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fangirleaconmigo · 1 month

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I've been going through some of your posts about Geralt and Dandelion's friendship in the books recently because... well I'm back in my book/game phase I guess and I really wanted to know if there are any other Dandelion friendships you like from the books and why? Like him and Zoltan or with the other Hansa etc? [Personally I'm a big fan of what little we see of him with Regis and it always makes me weepy that he wrote a biography about him in the games and fondly remarks abt him smelling like herbs all the time]

Awww yayy thanks for spending some time on the ol blog. I absolutely love this question. I don't get to talk enough about Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, and his relationship with Dandelion (for the newbies, that is Jaskier's name in the books) is so lovely.

Dandelion and Friendships

For those who are just joining us, Tea is talking about my series about Geralt and Dandelion's friendship in the books.

I have also written posts about Dandelion's friendships with Ciri and Zoltan:

Dandelion and Ciri

Dandelion and Zoltan

And for this post, I'll focus on Regis and Dandelion's friendship, which I absolutely love.

Dandelion and Regis Friendship (books)

What really strikes me about Regis and Dandelion, is just how patient and kind Regis is with Dandelion. Sometimes it is almost like he’s dealing with a child he cares about. Considering Regis’s age (over four centuries old), Dandelion (approx in his thirties when they meet) IS a child.

On top of that, Dandy’s personality is rife with traits often associated with kids:

insatiable curiosity to the point where he endangers his own life, (when they go into the forest or sea, Geralt has to essentially, follow right behind him like you would a toddler),

hyper enthusiasm about every discovery he makes, (he whispers in awe when he sees mandrake for the first time, that’s just how he reacts to everything new)

his inability to censor himself or stop asking questions even when everyone else wants him to shut up (he will ask until he understands, no matter the social cues happening)

the way he will act incredibly transparent and awkward while thinking he is being subtle and smooth

Perhaps that is why Regis seems to be so indulgent of him. And somehow their personalities just fit naturally.

Regis’s most annoying trait is to lecture people at length like a professor and cut people off who are asking a question, since he is too eager to answer it. The vampire loves to hold forth on a topic.

Dandelion’s annoying trait (one of many, bless, we know he can't keep it in his pants either) is to ask questions incessantly. In that way, they really kind of fit together.

Geralt loses patience when Dandelion is being socially inappropriate by asking too many questions. Geralt really values discretion and manners.

Regis is more willing to spend time explaining things and to open up.

Early in the hansa's time together, (before he manages to surprise folks several times over) Dandelion is often seen as the one who is in way over his head. Everyone else is a warrior or a soldier. Dandelion is the soft one. To add to the indignity, Geralt is angry at him during Baptism of Fire because Dandelion keeps forcing him to make friends (well, to ask for help)

Yet Regis, the new guy, is the one who always makes sure Dandelion isn't embarrassed or ashamed.

Here’s a few examples.

When Dandelion is given a bloody head wound by an arrow, the poet is howling and shrieking. He thinks he's dead already. He is not a stoic man. It is played comedically, but Geralt is also legitimately terrified that he will lose Dandelion. That bit is not played comedically.

But given the circumstances, the rest of them could be forgiven for rolling their eyes at the poet's dramatics.

But Regis (who is treating his wounds as the resident barber surgeon) does not.

Regis speaks to him so soothingly, and kindly. (I am omitting the Geralt dramz because I will get off topic lol)

Dandelion groaned and took a sharp intake of breath....

“I’ll put in a few stitches,” Regis said...”Be brave, Dandelion.”

Dandelion was brave.

“Almost done here,” Regis said, setting about bandaging the victim’s head. “Don’t you worry, Dandelion, you’ll be right as rain. The wound’s just right for a poet, Dandelion. You’ll look like a war hero, with a proud bandage around you head, and the hearts of the maidens looking at you will melt like wax. Yes, a truly poetic wound....”

And when it is revealed that Regis is a vampire, and Dandelion is afraid of him, Regis is incredibly patient and kind about the whole thing. He does not take offense. Geralt does! (Ironic, considering Geralt ran Regis off, but Geralt, bless, is dealing with a clusterfuck of feelings about the vampire and everything else going on in his life.)

But yes, after Geralt tells Dandelion about Regis, Dandelion is scared, and wants to seek reassurance. But the poet (unbeknownst to him it seems) is awkward and bad at it. He tries to bring up the issue with the subtlety of a sledge hammer.

Dandelion...deciding to clear up the uncertainty..began as soon as they set off. With his usual tact.

(I like that. His usual tact. Meaning, zero tact lmaoooooo.)

“Milva,” he suddenly called as they were riding, sneaking a glance at the vampire as they were riding, sneaking a glance at the vampire. “...I fancy eating a hunk of real meat for a change! How about you, Regis?”

Yeah. Real subtle Dandelion.

“I beg your pardon?’ the vampire said, lifting his head from the horse’s neck.

“Meat!” the poet repeated emphatically. “...fancy some fresh meat?”

“Yes, I do.”

“And blood. Would you like some fresh blood?”

“Blood?” Regis asked, swallowing. “No. I’ll decline the blood. But if you have a taste for some, feel free.”

Geralt, Milva and Cahir observed an awkward, sepulchral silence.

I love that. Awkward sepulchral silence. Dandelion causes a lot of those. But Regis does not dismiss him or laugh. He reassures him.

“I know what this is about, Dandelion,” Regis said slowly, “And let me reassure you. I’m a vampire, but I don’t drink blood.”

The silence became as heavy as lead. But Dandelion wouldn’t have been Dandelion if he had remained silent.

But Dandelion wouldn’t have been Dandelion if he had remained silent. (sorry I am laughing every other line at this part)

“You must have misunderstood me,” he said, seemingly lightheartedly. “I didn’t mean-”

“I don’t drink blood,” Regis interrupted. “...I gave it up.”

Dandelion doesn’t know what that means and keeps pestering Regis to explain. Geralt is embarrassed and tells Dandy to shut up.

However, Regis opens up around the camp fire that night. He tells his life story, and says he hasn’t drank blood in fifty years. Dandelion is incredulous.

“Not at all?” Dandelion said, and stuttered. But his curiosity got the best of him. “Not at all? Never? But...?”

Geralt is embarrassed again and shuts him down again. Regis, by contrast, is patient and defends Dandelion.

“I beg your pardon,” the poet grunted.

“Don’t apologize,” the vampire said placatingly, “And Geralt, don’t chasten him. I understand his curiosity.”

Baptism of Fire 291-295

That's right. Don't chasten him Geralt.

Regis and Dandelion also just have a wonderful dynamic of picking on each other.

Dandelion teases Regis about his long ass name.

And Regis has a great time teasing Dandelion lovingly. In one scene, Geralt and Regis team up to pick on Dandelion and the secretive way he treats his writing. Dandelion has stolen some paper and pencil from a Lyrian military convoy and is writing whenever they make camp, but gets testy whenever anyone gets near him or looks at his manuscript.

Geralt is good-naturedly giving Dandelion a hard time and Regis jumps in with such adorable relish. (Also, in this scene, we find out that Regis actually named Dandelion's memoirs)

"Indeed," the witcher joined in...."You've become devilishly touchy, Dandelion. One cannot fail to notice that it is somehow connected to the paper which you have recently begun to deface with a bit of lead while we camp." “It’s true,” Regis agreed, “our minstrel has become touchy, not to say secretive, discreet, and loving of solitude recently. Oh no, having witnesses when performing his natural needs doesn't bother him at all...His shameful secrecy and oversensitivity to being watched extends solely to his scribbled notes. Is, perhaps, a poem being written in our presence? A rhapsody? And epic? A romance? A canzone?”

He's like, you don't care who sees you piss and shit, but oh this you care about. lol. Tell us about the poem. But Geralt objects.

“No,” Geralt retorted...”I know him. It can’t be verse, because he’s not cursing, mumbling, or counting the syllables on his fingers. He’s writing in silence, so it must be prose.”

“Prose!” The vampire flashed his pointed fangs - which he really tried not to do. “A novel perhaps? Or an essay? A morality play? Dammit, Dandelion! Don’t torture us so! Reveal what you are writing?”

Dandelion says it is a memoir called Fifty Years of Poetry. Regis says that A Half Century of Poetry sounds better.

“Thanks, Regis, Something constructive at last.”

P 88 -90 The Tower of the Swallow

I admit I'm such a sucker (hehe no pun intended) for whenever Regis's fangs are mentioned, whether he is hiding them, baring them, or unselfconsciously showing them during a warm, silly moment with his friends. (Sobs, I love this vampire, seriously I need an intervention)

Regis also comforts Dandelion openly when the poet is doubting his courage or fitness for a task.

Later in the book, Geralt volunteers for a bloody job/violence for hire that terrifies Dandelion, so the poet protests the plan. Geralt insists he’ll do it alone.

But no! He has a hansa now! He won't be alone! Angoulême volunteers to go. Cahir says he’s coming with as well. Then Milva insists she is coming.

Dandelion freezes.

It would be like the LOTR ‘and my bow and my axe’ yadda yadda scene, but if there was one person left and when it got to them, everyone turned around and looked and they are just standing there frozen like....motherfuck this is scary idk idk wtf do I do. And the way this next paragraph is written, it pleases me.

Dandelion...was evidently struggling with his thoughts. And the thoughts were winning.

lmaooo

And Regis jumps in "kindly." He shows solidarity with Dandelion, and takes the heat by calling himself a coward.

“Stop meditating, poet,” Regis said kindly. For there’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re even less cut out to participate in a bloody swordfight than I am. We weren’t taught to carve up our neighbors with a blade. Furthermore...furthermore..,” he raised shining eyes towards Geralt and Milva, “I’m...a coward,” he confessed curtly.

They keep arguing amongst themselves because Geralt believes they have been spied on. And Regis is just...always soft with Dandelion. When Dandelion starts guessing about who is spying on them, and is beginning to ramble incorrectly,

“You’re mistaken, Dandelion,” Regis softly interjected.

The Tower of the Swallow p 182

It's Regis's gentleness that just fuckn kills me. That's always the character that's gonna get me right between the ribs with a shank. (Metaphorically, Regis is too gentle for that)the one that lives in a horror filled, violent, cruel world and is still just kind, even to the loud, awkward, soft, obnoxious poet who is in over his head and is afraid you'll bite him in his sleep and who shrieks when he is wounded.

Geralt and Dandelion are so sassy and old/married with each other, deeply, proudly loving in actions, but always bickering.

It's sweet to see Dandelion have a friendship like the one he has with Regis.

It is so nice to hear that the games continued his love of Regis. (I haven't played them, so I get my info about them from you guys XD)

So thanks again for following me and for the ask! I hope I've done ok answering. I also love Dandy's dynamic with Nenneke and ofc Yen, but I'll stop there.

Hope your week goes really well. x

#the witcher #emiel regis #dandelion #jaskier #the witcher books #emiel regis rohellec terzieff godefroy #thinking about the witcher books yet again #thinking about dandelion yet again

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finleycannotdraw · 1 year

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I’ve finally gotten my hands on the witcher books and I’m three chapters into blood of elves and these are my thoughts so far

Geralt is a fucking sweetheart and the show doesn’t understand him

Dandelion and Jaskier are The Same. I want to marry him and also subject him to the ice bucket challenge. He is my silly little bisexual fun time girlboy boyfriend you’re too late sonic he’s forklift certified and he’s never going to die <3

the joey batey cake video is basically how I’m imagining how dandelion behaves as a person. “You’ve just caught me reading. Literature. *drops book on the floor* “we really don’t know how to-” *cabinet door comes off in his hand “FUCKING COCK” *pulling random things out of a cabinet* “lasagna sheets! we’re fucking in business” *bowl falls on the floor* “AW, COCK” “Jamie Oliver you’ve lied to me” “when in doubt—” *starts chugging wine* *mashing cake batter with a cucumber* “WHY WONT YOU DIE” *various cuts to him lying on the floor in stages of despair* “I don’t even like cake”

Timeline? Don’t know her. the show has certainly never met her

I would die and kill for Triss Merigold the show got her wrong too

Eskel <3333

Vesemir I love you

Ciri calls him “uncle vesemir” my found family heart is crying

Yennefer and Dandelion are friends

The show did them all dirty

Himbo witchers do not understand ibuprofen😔 but they drink their respect women juice so I will forgive them

Kaer Morons is a very very fitting term

Lambert <3333

There is more emotional maturity in the first 99 pages of the first book than in the entire netflix series

#the witcher #the witcher books #blood of elves #geralt of rivia #dandelion the witcher #triss merigold #cirilla of cintra #eskel the witcher #lambert the witcher #vesemir the witcher #kaer morons

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damatris · 7 months

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I was tagged by @fieldofclover!

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason.

First fic you ever published there: Born of Familiarity

I ended up hyperfixating on The Witcher (all versions tbh, it's got so many cakes. And it's still having me in its grip.) in 2019 when Netflix released the 1st season. In spring 2020 I was painting a portrait of Geralt and the sentence "To Geralt Jaskier registered as quiet." popped up in my head and didn't leave me alone until I started unveiling the reason. And then I ended up writing the thoughts down in fic format, writing prose for the first time in like 8 years and fic in maybe 14 years? The overwhelming positive reception only fed into the rediscovering of how much fun writing prose is (had been doing only comic scripting) and I continued writing more fics. That one also ended up being the 1st fic of the series that's my main focus.

Last fic you published: Flying High, Falling Low (Latest update was on Winter Winds and Snowmelt though)

I'll be talking about both fics later on.

Any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once: Ouija Phone

It's a very slightly longer than a drabble crack fic for The Umbrella Academy. I just thought it'd be funny. It's also the only fic that's not for The Witcher on ao3.

Your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works: Winter Winds and Snowmelt

Will talk about it later.

Fic you wish more people read: I Get To Watch You Grow Up Now

This one is purely book based fic involving Dandelion and Essi. It's a short snapshot of their almost familial relationship. I personally like how it turned out despite not much happening.

Tbh, I'm not surprised at all that this particular fic has far less interaction than my other ones since it's not geraskier or has any other ship either. Plus Essi is only in a single one shot in the book series so she's not so well known character.

Fic you agonized over the most: Flying High, Falling Low

Decided to go with this instead of any long fic because the amount of agonizing versus word count is higher despite having written a bulletin point fic a couple of years ago which I used as an outline.

This one was for the Disability Pride Month Challenge in a discord group and I decided to use bipolar disorder. Which is what I have so I ended up using A Lot of personal experiences and that was both difficult and freeing. It's not the 1st time I've put them on paper or even leaned into fics but this time there wasn't much redressing some of the symptoms into different things/reasons and creating distance that way.

It's kinda surprising how very, very few fics there are with bipolar Jaskier since a lot of his canon behavior fits it. But from what I've observed, people tend to give him adhd if he's written neurodivergent. I wonder if it's because of adhd is better known or if it's because of the stigma still clinging to bipolar disorder (...most likely because of a combination...).

Fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort: There's Harshness In Your Voice And Softness In Your Hands

This is a funny and lighthearted one with concussed Jaskier. It was so much fun writing him being a bit loopy and saying only parts of his thoughts out loud to Geralt's exasperation. Plus, I got to write a whole silly ditty for it that I posted as a 2nd chapter. The whole fic was written wayyy past midnight during an insomnia spell which absolutely lent itself for Jaskier's thought process. It's also my most popular fic by a pretty large margin when looking at kudos, however I don't consider it as such. (That would go to Biting Snake Isn't Better Than Knife In Your Back due to the comments and bookmarks. Sorry for sneaking in a fic not asked for)

A work you are proud of—for whatever reason: Winter Winds and Snowmelt

Winter Winds... Gosh, I have so many feelings about this fic (And Biting Snake too which is the immediate prequel). I'm really happy with the way I managed to treat serious topics about mental health, recovery from trauma, and building healthy relationships both romantic and platonic. It's not a perfect representation but the way multiple readers have told me how much they see themselves/in general identify with what the characters are going through and how it has brought them comfort makes me feel like I've done a good job. Not to mention that people have loved the slow healing and found each chapter interesting is so so great to hear. Especially since Winter Winds is the longest fic by a large margin in the Geraskier tag on AO3. Which I still find absolutely wild! I have no idea how it's currently a bit over 472k words.

Also, I'm so very proud about the fact that I'm currently writing the last chapter of it. It's been a long ride, both with time and word count. I started it in fall 2020 so it's going to be slightly less than a 3 year project. And I'm almost finished. I'm actually having so many feelings about finishing that the last chapter is a very slow writing as I'm also letting go of the fic and all the emotions I've gone through while writing it. Although, the series it's part of isn't even close to finished so I don't have to say goodbye to these particular versions of the characters.

Uhh.. I never know who to tag but @dapandapod maybe you want to talk about your fics...!

#iida rambles #the Witcher #the witcher fanfiction #geraskier #the Witcher fanfic #Witcher #adventures with writing

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thenightling · 1 year

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For those reluctant to get into The Witcher because they felt burnt by the Game of Thrones finale (Ha!) I'll explain the plot here. Easiest explanation for The Witcher = Gender inverted Xena: Warrior Princess. The Witcher started as a Polish fantasy book series called Wiedźmin (the author actually prefers "Hexer" for an English title translation). It was then adapted into a popular video game series and finally a Netflix TV series. The TV series is not Polish. First we have Geralt of Rivia, AKA The Witcher. In this fantasy setting the word Witcher is a term that means Monster Hunter. Geralt of Rivia travels the countryside protecting the innocent from evil. Sometimes the "monsters" are human and he actually defends innocent supernatural creatures against the cruelties of man. Witchers are feared and often outcasts because they, themselves, aren’t entirely human from the process that made them fit to take on monsters. They are distrusted and treated as outcasts though they are necessary in a world over-run with monsters. Geralt is often accompanied by his bard companion, Jaskier (pronounced as Yass-key-er). When the novels were translated to English Jaskier's name was translated to Dandelion and that's the name he has in the video games. Jaskier is Polish for Buttercup so Buttercup would have been the more accurate translation but the Netflix show decided to just have him keep the Polish name. Geralt's main romantic interest is a sorceress named Yennefer. Both Geralt and Yennefer are quasi-immortal (they don't age the way normal people do). Geralt accidentally invoked the "Law of surprise" in front of a pregnant Queen (he did not know she was pregnant.) Law of Surprise is sort of like a spell, an invocation of Destiny that something someone doesn't know they have now belongs to you. It could be as simple as a hairpin or a puppy. And because it works like a spell, the invocation is not revocable and it becomes unavoidable. You have to claim the thing. When Geralt realizes the Queen was pregnant when he invoked "Law of Surprise" in front of her, he flees. Geralt did NOT want to take someone's child so he fled that kingdom. Twelve years later the kingdom was sieged and the young princess, named Ciri, was the only survivor, thus forcing Geralt to accept his destiny of becoming her adoptive father. Now Geralt The Witcher (Monster Hunter), Jaskier (the bard), Yennefer (The Sorceress), and Ciri (their adopted daughter) wander the countryside facing evil and protecting the innocent. Jaskier even earned a name for himself protecting and smuggling Sidhe (called elves in the English version of The Witcher) to safety from humans who want to oppress them. And that's the main premise of The Witcher in a nutshell. Now the first season of The Witcher uses an annoying gimmick that they borrowed from HBO's Westworld TV series season 1, where three storylines are set in different time periods but the show doesn't tell you they are different time periods so this confuses some people. In episodes 1 through 4: Yennefer (Hunchbacked child and later Sorceress) scenes = Set decades before Geralt. Geralt's story (Witcher) = set decades after Yennefer and twelve-years before Ciri (I use it as a grounding point as "Main story.") Ciri (Blond little girl) scenes = set twelve years after Geralt's show starting point. Around episode 5 or 6 the storylines converge and are taking place at the same time, Yennefer catches up to Geralt and both catch up to twelve-year-old Ciri. Thankfully there are no jumping around timelines in season 2. There you go. That's The Witcher.

#The Witcher #Witcher

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bijuui9 · 1 year

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Growing like a Weed

One day Dandelion comes down with an illness and ends up passing away in the middle of the night, in his bed at Kaer Morhen. A distraught Geralt, buries him beneath a tree. Next spring a giant weed, with the bulb of an unbloomed flower, grows on the bards grave. Recognizing it as a Dandelion weed Geralt leaves it were it is, no other witcher dares to touch the grave of the Warlords consort.

A week later on a sunny day, the day of the bards birth the keep is startled by the cry of a baby. Alarmed the witches spill out of the keep and flock to the bards grave. The Warlord gets there first and finds to his astonishment a tiny, squaling, baby with cornflower blue eyes and blone hair resting on top the biggest Dandelion ever seen, easily capable of fitting a newborn baby at its center.

Confused but awed Geralt takes the baby into the keep, to Triss and Yennefer who both examine the child. Finding nothing wrong but an healthy child they decide to raise the baby boy and name him Dandelion. Raising the boy proves to be both easier and harder than expected, for the boy grows like the weed he is Names after. Literally. With each passing day he looks a month or so older than he is supposed to be. As time passes, he continues growing like a weed.

Soon he is 24 days old, looking to be two years of age, walking, talking as a particularly intelligent toddler is won’t to do but above all he is singing. Songs no witcher has heard or utterd a word off since their beloved consorts passing. Figuring he must have heard it from the servants the witchers don’t think anything more of it and instead focus on their daily tasks and go about their lives.

Eskel and Milena work on the various diplomatic letters, reports and other papers being sent, Geralt signs whatever he’s told to sign with the sort of grumpiness one excepts of a bad mannered dwarf, he hadn’t been the same since his Jaskier had died, neither had Eskel been the same as he was before the bards passing. No one at the keep had been really, though most had stopped fully mourning.

Still no one had been in the mood for music, they hadn’t played any nor sang since Jaskiers passing. Which is why it had been odd to hear little Dandelion singing their Jaskiers songs in a clear and sweet ringing voice. But since they had heard the humans in the keep still on occasion humming the songs, whenever they thought the witchers wouldn’t hear, they passed it off as the boy having picking it up from them.

As he grows older both Triss and Yennefer give him regular check ups, both concerned with his astonishing and quite frankly worrying rate of growth. They never found anything, other than a somewhat abnormal appetite for a human child. But then they figured he wasn’t human, was he? He had been found lying on a dandelion of all plants, a tiny newborn baby crying his tiny lungs out. He still had the same hair color and the same cornflower blue eyes. It was strange but every test they preformed came out as negative, the child appeared to be human. Well and part elf if the elegant arch of his pointed ears were anything to go by. And so they let the boy leave to play and sing and learn with Vesemir in the library.

He was remarkably intelligent, capable of full sentences by the time he was twelve days old, speaking like a six year old would have. He was already learning how to read, though he couldn’t write yet. But he was learning extremely fast, worrying if it wasn’t for his excellerated aging.

And so little Dandelion continued growing like a weed. Being raised by his papa Geralt and daddy Eskel and being cared for by aunties Triss and Yennefer and his many witcher uncles and aunts. He played with the other little children at the keep and with his big sister Ciri. He sang songs both his own and Jaskiers, learned to read books from uncle Vesemir and drew pictures of two different families. One of what had to be a father and a mother with what could only be three children, each one slightly bigger than the other. The other was clearly a family of witchers for the eyes were a bright cheerful yellow.

He continued to grow, soon looking like he was four and being able to write words and short sentences, learning how to play the lute and a little wooden sword. Then one day he woke up looking six with scars on his back and Aubry, having volunteered to bathe him that morning, took him straight to Triss. Who, upon seeing the scars, called in Yennefer who’s Curses of rage alerted every witcher in the keep. They preformed several diagnostic spells, finding nothing but genuine scar tissue, red and raised but healed and slightly painful to the touch. Finding nothing else wrong, they applied a salve and informed Eskel and Geralt. Both men were utterly horrified at the sight of their little boys scarred back and spent the rest of the day hovering over him.

The scars on his back didn’t bother him, neither did all the ones that appeared on his skin in the following days. Nearly each day a new scar would appear, some big, some small but nearly all off them appearing to be from lashings done by a whip. They never bothered Dandellion much and he always squirmed whenever the bad smelling salve was applied. He never complained though. He continued learning, playing with the children, playing the lute and singing his songs.

But then one day he turned 144 days old, looking to be twelve and puberty set in. His baby fat began to gradually dissappear, his voice lowered and it was Eskel who first began to notice the similarities in the boys face; the similarities between his face and that of the late Jaskier. Disturbed by the similar features, Eskel took Dandelion to Triss and Yennefer again, who both insisted there was nothing to be found, the boy was hale and healthy. Though even Yennefer agreed that he did look a little similar to their beloved bard. But he had come from a weed growing atop said departed bards grave, so perhaps it had to do with that. Though they had no idea what exactly the cause for the somewhat disturbing similarities could be.

And so it was pushed aside and ignored, though it became harder and harder to look at the boy with each passing day. They child continued to learn from the library, trained with the witchers at the keep, played his lute, sang and danced and helped with the tending to the plants in the greenhouse. He continued drawing pictures, each one more detailed than the last. He wrote poetry and songs and preformed in the great hall once he started looking like a fourteen year old.

There was life in the keep again. Music and laughter and warmth. But then one day little Dandelion woke up with a scar that very much wasn’t an lash mark. No this one looked to have been created by ropes, ropes around the wrist. It was then that suspicion began to set in with Eskel and once he shared with Yennefer and Triss they to began to grow concerns. But not Geralt. No, the Warlord refused to see the similarities between his lost lover and little Dandelion, refused to see the scars that matched those the deceased bard had, had, refused to think of how the now young man’s voice sounded exactly like Julian’s, how he looked the exact same but younger.

And then one day he couldn’t unsee it. Couldn’t deny it. For one day Dandelion woke and remembered.

He remembered not being Dandelion, son of the Warlord and Eskel Amber eyed. Oh he remembered those days but he also remembered more. He remembered being Julian Alfred Prankratz de Lettenhove, remembered being the son of a count, rememberd having two sisters, remembered being consort to the Warlord of the North. He remembered being Jaskier.

And as Aubry entered his rooms to pick him up for training he stared at the wolf witcher and whispered, “Brother.” And he cried. He cried long and hard, entire body trembling, hands grasping his chest as he remembered his life as Jaskier. Remembered being ill and wasting away in bed and remembered dying. He remembered the pain in his lungs, the agony caused by breathing, how it had felt to feel himself growing sluggish with fatigue, how it felt to cough up blood and how it felt to breathe his last; his breath rattling in his chest and stopping. The lack of panic as he was pulled under by a heavy darkness as he forgot the faces around him, lost his hearing and went. As he had died.

Aubry held him, shocked at the word Dandelion had uttered, never had he called him brother. Ever since little Dandelion could talk it had been Uncle Auby and nothing else. To hear brother coming from the one who looked exactly like his little brother, the late consort Jaskier, was unnerving. And then the words came and Aubry went still and pale.

“Melitelle! I died!” Jaskier cried out and it was Jaskier. “I died, I died, I died!” He screamed, burying his head against Aubry’s chest, sobbing and clutching at the others armor. “I remember how it hurt to breathe more and more, how I felt so tired and couldn’t get out of bed. How cold it was, how hard it was to move, to talk, to play, to sing. I remember breathing becoming so hard.” He wailed the words to Aubry’s growing horor. And not just to his, other witchers, drawn in by the scream and the scent of utter terror and grief, overheard as they entered the hall to his room. “I remember the coughing, the blood and the pain. It hurt, it hurt so bad brother! I died! I remember it, I remember trying to call for Eskel and Geralt, for Triss and Yennefer, but I couldn’t talk, couldn’t get a noise out. I just coughed and coughed and then I just stopped breathing after a final breath and it just felt cold. I was so tired and everything went dark and silent and then I was…I was.”

He couldn’ talk anymore, gasping in panic at the onslaught of memories, clutching at Aubry’s armor as though it was a lifeline. He cried and gasped and sobbed and couldn’t stop. Aubry was still and silent, unable to speak himself, the shock and disbelief of what he had heard was too much.

There were footsteps, loud and hurried in the hall, then the door slammed open and Eskel ran inside, followed by Geralt, Triss and Yennefer. It took them half an hour to calm Jaskier, Dandelion, down. When he could finally breathe properly he haltingly repeated what he told Aubry. The shock hung in the room and no one blamed her when Yennefer, shaky and upset, touched Jaskier’s temple and searched his memories. When she came out of his mind she was pale, shaking and her eyes were wide with shock. “It’s him, it’s our Jaskier.” She said finally, after a moment of silence

“I don’t know how or why, but it’s him. He has all the memories of our bard.” Silence permeated the air and then Eskel and Geralt were hugging Jaskier to their chestst, sobbing his name. They touched him, kissed his hair and his mouth, needing to affirm to themselves that this was real. That he was real.

His miraculous return was announced at dinner and while many were concerned at first, it didn’t take long for people to cheer. Genuinely happy their bard was back. And over the next days and weeks they got used to their bard being back. Soon it was as if he hadn’t been gone at all. All that was left was a grave with a patch of dandelions growing atop.

#Jaskier #Geralt #Eskel #Aubry #Yennefer #Triss #Witcher AWAU #rebirth

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writerwithlowselfesteem-blog · 1 year

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Imagine if you will.....

Netflix Witcher being an isekai but the one that got yeeted into the witcher world is Jaskier.

Imagine him, rich kid with a-hole parents, rebellious little shit going to college for music. Doing Renaissance fairs for fun. Learning to play the lute because he HAS to fit the esthetic of the fair.

Super smart, like book canon, and is also an avid reader.

He knows the witcher books but only the English version.

So when he gets yeeted into the world itself, while he is at an Renaissance fair, he's reasonably confused as to where TF Dandelion is.

So when he see's Geralt, be still his bisexual heart the man's attractive oh dear..., he takes on the role as witcher's bard.

While Jaskier fumbles with some "basic common knowledge" he does have his more intelligent moments thanks to some modern schooling.

He is snarky, he is kind, he'll also go completely feral on you if you cross him and has no qualms at all to kicking your ass when needed.

Main gang of the show gets INCREDIBLY confused and concerned when they discover Jaskier didn't arrive in the continent intentionally. Most assume he escaped some sort of capture or slave caravan.

When they find out the ACTUAL reason they lose their dang minds.

Jaskier is mostly chill staying, he just misses the modern accessories from his world.

Feel free to take this idea and write it if you feel inclined too.

#witcher #jaskier #how I am rationalizing the Netflix version #fanfiction #prompt if you want to write it

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amber-angel · 2 years

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Do an analysis on your fave muppet man

Rori I need you to know that I saw this and shot straight up, sucking in a huge breath with the BIGGEST adrenaline spike I've had in days. I could literally talk about Jaskier for HOURS, and have to constantly reel myself in so I hope you know what you've unleashed.

Overall opinion: is it bad if my most prevalent opinion on him is just that he's a massive slut? Because that's the first thing that comes to mind whenever I look at him. I think he's severely underutilized, but I also understand why, like, from a management perspective, they don't want their most charismatic character taking up all the screen time. I mean, I'm only watching the show for him at this point anyway, can you imagine how much worse it would be if he was a main? Also I'm just like... fucking in love with the concept of him at this point? I mean his name is Dandelion. His nickname is Buttercup. He's a bard. People call him lark in fics. I was fucking gone as soon as I heard the bread line, but it only got worse from there

One virtue: okay, I like to insult my floppy little muppet boy (with fondness) but I really do think he's an interesting character. Reading about how they changed him from the book to the screen to fit a retelling for a more modern audience, I think it was clever that Lauren (writer) decided to pull away from Dandelion as a womanizer and instead write him like a loving puppy of a man. He's layered. He's sweet and kind, but also will stab a bastard. He's empathetic and willing to sympathize, but at the same time totally down for wishing a slow death upon his enemies. And I know that his overprotectiveness of Geralt is mostly romanticized fanon, but you cannot tell me that he wouldn't jump over a counter to punch anyone who insults his best friend.

One flaw: most of the problems that I have with Jaskier, much like the problems I have with the other characters, are not actually about the character themselves, but with the way their arcs were written, or the way character development just didn't happen. Jaskier is so neglected by the writers that a lot of his growth happens off screen. It has to, or he would just be totally stagnant. And so somewhere between his last scene in the first season and his first appearance in the second, he's turned into this serious rebel spy person, but the writers are still trying to portray him as "goofy old Jaskier! haha, he's funny!" but they're doing this while he's trying to help people escape from certain death, or after he's just been rescued from fucking torture, and it ends up giving you a bit of whiplash and wondering is there any consistency here?

Favorite moment: can't be from his arc because (AHEM) what arc?? But. I am so in love with the conversation he had with Yennefer, where they actually let him be serious and connect with her in a way that s1 Jaskier would never have done. I love love love when they let him show his compassionate side, because it's there! He cares about people so much!! And let's be honest, Anya and Joey worked so well together, I know, I know that they're never going to make Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier canon, but if they didddd it would work so wellllll

Least favorite: GOD everything about him reuniting with Geralt/being in Kaer Morhen. Big boy just walks in there with his sad eyes and nipple armor and with absolutely no meaningful apology Jaskier just forgives him?? Honey! There are hundreds of people out there who would treat you better. Yennefer being one! Anyway, then, even though Geralt claims he "needs" him, Jaskier doesn't actually end up doing anything? He's just kind of there, I think because the writers knew that they needed to put him in that season or they would lose half their fan base. He's only ever acknowledged when he's being made fun of or pushed away, and I'm tired of it.

One relationship: well, we only really see him interact in any meaningful way with Geralt or Yennefer, but I prefer Yennefer. Like, they basically have nothing in common, but they still mesh so well, and even though I know their friendship won't be explored any more (because it reads as so genuine that Geralt/Yennefer feels like stone in comparison) it would be so cool to see them move past their initial dislike and become actual friends, maybe help each other heal from the MULTIPLE traumas

Relationship to explore: I want to see how Jaskier interacts with Ciri. I want to see it so bad. She's a child and he's a bard, can we not get him singing her a fun little song and letting her have some fun for once? Let him sing her a Cintran ballad and help her process and maybe mourn the things she's lost!! He is JUST as important as your other leads, so let him be a part of the family damn it! And let him be a father figure (or at the very least a weird uncle) to Ciri

What I would have liked to see: I think I've already said it, whoops, but really I would settle for seeing more of him. Jaskier is so good, but the show barely seems to care about him, like they don't realize that they've stumbled onto the best thing they're ever gonna have! Let my pathetic whore of a man have more screen time! Let him into the family! And maybe next time you think about using him for sex appeal don't force poor Joey Batey to do that fucking shit that male actors do to enhance their abs, that fucking dehydration shit? And don't make him shave, wtf, don't add on to our bullshit beauty standards.

#asks #anyway joey batey is a gift and the witcher writers are squandering it #that's my tldr

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Witcher Wheel of the Year - Yule

@witcherwheeloftheyear

Words: 1,885 Chapters: 1/4

Characters: Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Jaskier | Dandelion, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Maria Barring | Milva, Angoulême (The Witcher), Fringilla Vigo, The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members (The Witcher)

Additional Tags: Yule, Presents, Surprises, Friendship, breakfast in Beauclair, Toussaint (The Witcher), Echoes, Suspension, straw, Holly, Unexpected Guest, Chains, Cake, gift wrapped, A Witcher Wheel of the Year Challenge 2023, Humour

Summary: Another festive event is coming up in Toussaint and Jaskier has the perfect idea for how to celebrate it with his Hansa. He only needs to convince Geralt and the others that his idea for their Yule party will be fun, lots of fun.

Written for The Witcher Wheel of the Year Challenge - Yule

(Set during "Lady of the Lake" while the Hansa is wintering in Toussaint, between chapter 3 and chapter 4. But you don't need to have read the books to enjoy the story.)

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Visit

"Ah, dear company, good morning!" Jaskier exclaims, swinging the door wide open with a flourish. "I knew I'd still find you breakfasting here in this cosy little kitchen of yours! It's only half past eleven, after all, the perfect time for this earliest of daily meals. Even Geralt and the Lady Fringilla are here. I am in luck!" He intones the last four words while waving his hat about, then he bows to Fringilla with a grin.

"Look who the cat dragged in. Jaskier, the Duchess's famous poet in the flesh. What do we owe your unexpected visit to?" Geralt asks ironically. The bard is here with the rest of the Hansa far less often than he and Fringilla, and whenever he does find his way down to the kitchens, it means— "Jaskier, you don't want us to take part in one of your inane festivities again?" Geralt looks sharply at his old friend, furling his eyebrows with suspicion.

"You did have tons of fun at the Fall Masquerade, old grumpy, like everybody else, didn't you? Admit it! And this will be fun, too, you'll see." Grinning broadly, Jaskier flops down on a free chair. "I promise, it'll be just the six of us and Fringilla this time," he adds before Geralt can raise any objections. "A very low key celebration. Some delicious traditional food and drink, a tiny bit of season decorations, the music fitting for the event, of course - and a nice surprise present for everybody."

"A surprise?" Angoulême pricks up her ears. "I love surprises! And presents!" She puts down her mug with hot cocoa and beams at the bard, her upper lip adorned with a moustache of brown chocolate. "What kind of surprise, n'uncle? When will I get mine? Is it a new, extra-sharp dagger? Or a bottle of cask strength whiskey? Can I have my present now?" She looks at the bard with big wide eyes.

"Not so fast, little miss nosiness," Jaskier smiles, totally immune to the girl's Puss-in-Boots expression. "And you cannot have it now, sorry. If I told you what it is, it wouldn't be much of a surprise, would it? Anyhow, I have no idea myself what will be your present as it's not I who chooses the gifts, but you!"

"We? Do you expect us to go shopping for presents?" Cahir asks sceptically. "You are aware that - unlike you - most of us don't have any money, not a single floren."

"Money, who's talking about money, friend? Be a bit more creative!" Jaskier says enthusiastically. "Let your imagination soar! Only the sky's the limit, as you all should know! Money!" he rolls his eyes exaggeratedly.

"Then what, bard, if we don't buy the gifts?" Milva asks irritatedly. "Can you speak plainly so that a simple girl from the forest can understand what this is about?"

"Sorry, dear Milva, I apologise most humbly for my lofty choice of words. But I am a poet, after all, heart and soul. However, it's not difficult at all. Actually, it's easy as pie and a piece of cake. We will make the presents ourselves."

Continue reading on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51673288

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Sorry, I LOVE Dandelion, he’s my favorite goatee bastard man; but- I’m bad at explaining my thoughts here, but somehow (at least for me, in my mind), Jaskier and Priscilla feel more like the same character than Jaskier and Dandelion?? I don’t know?

#jaskier #priscilla #the witcher #geralt of rivia #the witcher: wild hunt #book!Dandelion and Jaskier fits!#hexer!Jaskier and netflix!jaskier also fit!#and I love wild hunt Dandelion #but he feels a bit different and I don't know how and why #but wild hunt Geralt is very different too #(I love him so SO MUCH in the game like honestly)#still got a lot to do but slowly coming around #but things will stay slow here

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transwitcher · 2 years

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s1 jaskier to s2 jaskier to games dandelion to books dandelion pipeline

#the hexer fits in here somewhere but i do not know where.#looks wise i would put him first but #hm #idk #the witcher games #the witcher #the witcher netflix #the witcher books #jaskier #dandelion witcher

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roguepyrola · 3 years

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Happy anniversary to @fangirleaconmigo‘s "Posada Remix," one of the first fics I read in the fandom. Hoping to turn this into a bigger piece, but for now, here's Jaskier and Dandelion meeting in one of the later chapters. It's been a treat following these characters along with you!

GO READ THE FIC it’s amazing with excellent world-building as far as cross-dimensional-travel is concerned.

Scene from “Posada Remix” (E - in progress / Geraskier) by Descarada on AO3

#my art #book!dandelion #jaskier #*slaps hood of car* you can fit so many doublet reference images into this .psd #posada remix

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fangirleaconmigo · 2 years

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Hi Des, I have an ask for your i can't believe it's Not fanon series

The fanon thing that Jaskier befriends all the witchers He meets. Can you do something for that? I would really love to know which witchers he meets and whats his relationships with them is

Hello dear! There are surprisingly few witchers in the book series. Other witchers are mentioned in passing but that’s it. They aren’t named and you get zero details about their lives with two exceptions.

In Blood of Elves, you meet the witchers who are wintering at Kaer Morhen, but Jaskier isn’t there.

Then, in Season of Storms, you meet a cat witcher named Brehen in a tavern. Dandelion is there for that, however it is not a friendly meeting.

Brehen threatens to kill a priestess right in front of Geralt and challenges Geralt to a fight to the death for a contract.

So, once Brehen is gone, Dandelion does what he always does, which is talk too much shit and tell people how lucky they are that Geralt of Rivia was there:

“…they really are like cats: aggressive, cruel, unpredictable, and impulsive. And Geralt, as usual, is making light of it so as not to worry us.”

It’s too bad he doesn’t meet other witchers in the books, because I do think he would absolutely love that.

Dandelion very much gravitates towards non humans. Also, his very favorite people seem to be blunt, rough around the edges types with hearts of gold and a penchant for drinking and chatting shit. And we all know who fits the bill for that.

Also, he loves Geralt, so he ends up loving and caring about anyone important to Geralt. (Regardless of how rocky it is at first with Yen). So the Kaer Morhen witchers would get adopted sight unseen, I think. And if he visited, he would get ten ballads minimum out of Kaer Morhen itself. The history, the moat, the people.

And I think they’d like having him around too. In the setting of the witcher books, storytellers are prized and to top it off, he would love to try their white gull and talk into the night with them, I’ve no doubt. As long as no one expected him to do chores or engage in any athletics or combat, they’d all be good.

#asks #the witcher #the witcher books #dandelion #Jaskier #canon or fanon

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a-galaxy-away · 4 years

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Books Geralt and Dandelion have the best friendship bc I can’t decide who’s the “how do you know what’s good for me?” and who’s the “tHaT’S MY oPiniON!!!”

#they fit both ways #hobestly theyve had this convo in the books both ways ajshshshhhs #the witcher books #geralt of rivia #dandelion #jaskier

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samstree · 3 years

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(The reverse trope series: un-love potion.)

“Drink this and I’ll forget all about you?”

Jaskier holds the two small vials to the sunlight, the yellow liquid within sloshing gently, casting spots of golden shade onto his face.

“No, all your memories of me will still be there,” Geralt explains.

“Only gets rid of the ‘loving you’ part then.”

Geralt stays silent, and as always, Jaskier understands his silence.

“Right.” the bard whispers. Brown hair gets ruffled in the cool breeze, brushing over his eyes and making his expression inscrutable in the shadows.

Early spring is treating Jaskier well. His cheeks are rosy-pink and his eyes bright like the cloudless sky. Every year Geralt would find him at the end of winter, and every year the same breathtaking cornflower blues greet him with flowing adoration.

Not this year.

“Poetic, isn’t it?” Jaskier says, still transfixed by the vials. “A magical potion that cures you of love. A fitting end.”

“To us?”

“Us.”

A weight sinks into Geralt’s chest, or rather, it never left. It’s been choking the breath out of him, sucking the life away from him since he acquired these elixirs at the farthest end of the continent. They are the worst choice he will ever make, and yet—

“It’s for the best,” Geralt pleads. For what, he’s not sure.

“Yes.” Jaskier finally looks up. The blue of his eyes unsettling like the sea before a storm. There’s violence hidden in the deep end, under the calm surface. “That’s why I asked you to find them, dea—Geralt. It’s for the best.”

The witcher averts his gaze, only to find countless dandelions peppering the meadow they’re standing on. Even the ground is reminding him of their time together, of Jaskier lying in a field of dandelions, lute pillowed on his stomach, grinning and singing like a fool.

He misses Jaskier.

“Remembering that day, huh?” Jaskier reads him like an open book. “We can still remember. After.”

“It won’t be the same.”

“I imagine not.”

Another breeze drowns out Jaskier’s heartbeat, obscuring his emotions when he hands Geralt one of the vials. Geralt is painfully aware of the split second when their fingers brush against each other.

It’s the last time he will get to touch Jaskier.

Geralt closes his fingers around the cold glass and wonders if he can tell Jaskier for the last time. Just one last time, for old time’s sake.

“Jaskier, I—”

“Don’t. Just…don’t.” For the first time today, Jaskier’s perfect façade cracks, the determination in his eyes wavering. He exhales, composing himself. “We had our time, and now it’s over. We can’t go down that road, Geralt, not again. We both agreed.”

“We did.”

“It will stop hurting.”

“It will.”

And there’s nothing more to it.

“Wait until I turn around, will you? We deserve some dignity.” Jaskier flashes out his trademark smile, the one that Geralt has fallen for over and over again. “At least, at the end.”

“Of course. Whatever you need, Jask.”

“Goodbye, Geralt.”

Jaskier is the first to turn, and Geralt follows. The flowers crush under both their feet as the distance stretches. Geralt can’t stop himself now, nor Jaskier.

He uncorks the vial and hears the same pop from behind. The liquid stares at him, almost an amber gold under the sun.

Amber is my favorite color. Do you know why? Jaskier’s voice echoes in Geralt’s head. It reminds me of the eyes of my favorite person in the whole wide world. Three guesses who!

Geralt holds up the vial, his feet taking him forward stubbornly because turning back will only make it more painful for Jaskier.

He empties the content into the wind.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #hurt no comfort #angst #reverse trope #love potion but the other way #geralt of rivia has feelings #break-up #jaskier #geralt #geralt x jaskier

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thenightling · 1 year

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What is The Witcher?

Witchers are feared and often outcasts because they, themselves, aren’t entirely human from the process that made them fit to take on monsters. They are distrusted and treated as outcasts though they are necessary in a world over-run with monsters.

Geralt is often accompanied by his bard companion, Jaskier (pronounced as Yass-key-er). When the novels were translated to English Jaskier's name was Dandelion and that's the name he has in the video games. Jaskier is Polish for Buttercup so Buttercup would have been the more accurate translation but the Netflix show decided to just have him keep the Polish name. Geralt's main romantic interest is a sorceress named Yennefer. Both Geralt and Yennefer are quasi-immortal (they don't age the way normal people do). Geralt accidentally invoked the "Law of surprise" in front of a pregnant Queen (he did not know she was pregnant.) Law of Surprise is sort of like a spell, an invocation of Destiny that something someone doesn't know they have now belongs to you. It could be as simple as a hairpin or a puppy. And because it works like a spell, the invocation is not revocable and it becomes unavoidable. You have to claim the thing. When Geralt realizes the Queen was pregnant when he invoked "Law of Surprise" in front of her, he flees. Geralt did NOT want to take someone's child so he fled that kingdom. Twelve years later the kingdom was sieged and the young princess, named Ciri, was the only survivor, thus forcing Geralt to accept his destiny of becoming her adoptive father. Now Geralt The Witcher (Monster Hunter), Jaskier (the bard), Yennefer (The Sorceress), and Ciri (their adopted daughter) wander the countryside facing evil and protecting the innocent. Jaskier even earned a name for himself protecting and smuggling Sidhe (called elves in the English version of The Witcher) to safety from humans who want to oppress them. And that's the main premise of The Witcher in a nutshell. There you go. That's The Witcher.

#Witcher #The Witcher

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