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idliketobeatree · 4 months
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ladies & gentlemen, you have been the most beautiful audience! remember to toss a coin if you can if anyone needs me, I’ll be at the bar
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letssofia3006 · 8 months
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I realize that in my animation journey is essential to adapt other people's storyboards. So I choose one of my all-time favorites animatics, the king of the kings in Wittebane media, "burn butcher burn" by Dust collector
I made a few changes mainly because I was so fascinated by finally understanding running cycles, that I wanted to squeze one extra shot. My syster told me it looked cool and then proceeded to sing megalovania 😂 But what's your opinion?
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0dde11eth · 1 month
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50 years after burn butcher burn came out
Jaskier: *drifting off to sleep*
Geralt: *finally snapping and roughly shaking him awake* MY HAIR IS NOT STUPID!
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ladycibia · 2 years
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a little sequel to this: x 
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pickleforstony · 9 months
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Quick geraskier doodle
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wolvesandfoxes25 · 10 months
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Jaskier singing about Geralt..
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aladygrieve · 1 year
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I know we all think of Burn Butcher Burn as THEE breakup song, but I’d like to turn everyone’s attention back to Her Sweet Kiss for a minute. It tends to get overlooked compared to the other in-universe songs, mostly because the final version was never technically diagetic. But it plays over the 1x06 credits, and we’re clearly supposed to understand it as having been written immediately post-mountain.
If you remember, Jaskier was working on this portion of the lyrics at the very beginning of the episode:
“I’m weak, my love, and I am wanting / If this is the path I must trudge / I’ll welcome my sentence / Give to you my penance / (Gorgeous) garotter, jury and judge.”
He wrote this before Geralt ever sent him away, and it becomes all the more heartbreaking in hindsight when you realize what it means in that context. This is Jaskier accepting that Geralt will never love him back. He’s too weak to do the harder thing and just leave, but he accepts that his feelings will never be returned because to him, being with Geralt in any capacity is worth the punishment of unrequited love. Supporting him in whatever way Geralt will accept is his penance.
And then Geralt blames Jaskier for all his problems and banishes him from his life. The lyrics are worked into a song all about Yennefer, a warning to Geralt about the dangers of being in a relationship with her. The original lines remain exactly the same (except that, tellingly, “Gorgeous” is removed), but the context shifts. The path Jaskier must trudge is now a lonely one, the punishment worse than ever. He feels he deserves to do penance for the crime of his unreturned feelings and sees himself as a burden and an annoyance for having them because Geralt just told him that’s what he is. He’s lost the one thing that made all that pain worth it, but now he’s too weak to do the harder thing and fight to stay with Geralt. Jaskier won’t protest Geralt’s cruel and unfair treatment of him because he knows (thinks) he’s already lost him to Yennefer forever. Burn Butcher Burn is full of rage, but in the immediate aftermath there’s no anger, only heartbreak.
Which only makes Jaskier’s relationship with Yennefer in Season 2 all the more interesting. This is the woman he thinks he lost his love to, and only months ago he wrote a whole song begging Geralt to stay the fuck away from her. There’s a deep bitterness when they first meet that is only slightly masked by Jaskier’s usual humour, but as soon as he realizes the danger she’s in, his first instinct is to help her and protect her. The camaraderie they find in their mutual fallings out with Geralt, and the softness initiated by Yennefer being a hugger, is really special to watch.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this other than that Jaskier is a gem and he doesn’t deserve to be shit on by the narrative the way he has been.
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otakuwithapen · 8 months
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We’d leave,
And we’d laugh at the ghosts of our fears,
We were gods.
We were kids.
Lyrics from Battle Cries by The Amazing Devil
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kazbrekkeratemyson · 10 months
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"he's like the family goat" okay but you don't write burn butcher burn about the family goat
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jonkentsglasses · 1 year
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Burn Butcher Burn will have a lot of streams this week
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Vesemir: Geralt. Bard. I had the funniest exchange while I was in Oxenfurt
Jaskier: Why do I feel like this story isn't going to be funny?
Geralt: Because you're not stupid
Vesemir: I tried to go into my favorite tavern and I was told to fuck off. Seems white-haired witchers aren't welcomed there anymore. Something about burning butchers?
Geralt:
Jaskier: Listen if I knew the owner was serious I would have talked him out of it!
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myself-being · 4 months
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Ok, but like, do you think Geralt ever listened to Burn Butcher Burn?
I mean, what would happen if one day he, Ciri and Jaskier were dining in an inn, and of course the bard starts singing and entertaining the guests, but then people recognize him and ask him to play that song so fervently that he can't refuse?
Has this fic been written yet?
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professorrumo · 8 months
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I just couldn’t get the idea of a heartbroken karaoke-Crowley out of my head. (He definitely feels where Jaskier was coming from with this song)
Luckily Zira wasn’t listening, I think his heart would have shattered. (Or did he?)
Gabriel looks kinda cursed lol
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iskisaggie · 1 year
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Still love him to death 🔥🔥🔥
[Please, do NOT repost] INSTAGRAM - TWITTER
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th3archivist · 10 months
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If The Amazing Devil has ten thousand fans, i am one of them.
If The Amazing Devil has a hundred fans, i am one of them.
If The Amazing Devil has ten fans, i am one of them.
If The Amazing Devil has one fan, that fan is me.
If The Amazing Devil has no fans, i have succumbed to the Witcher brainrot and passed.
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tielmamon · 8 months
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Burn, Bonnet Burn (TWN x OFMD AU)
At a tavern near the sea, Jaskier drops his tired self onto a bar stool after finishing his last set. His voice still hurts from belting his heart and anger out when a drunk group of maidens requested he sing 'Burn, Butcher Burn'.
He hoped and prayed he was too far from the main land that the wretched song hadn't found itsway to Skelligan shores. Apparently not far enough.
"Ale and the dinner I was promised, please. Thanks." A second later, he was given a tankard of ale and a bowl of...he's not entirely sure but he assumes it's food
"Good song." Jaskier suppresses a flinch. All he wanted was a nice quiet dinner after that particularly heartwrenching performance. In the middle of his set, he had spotted a burly man, hair so blonde you'd mistake it for white pass by the stage. He knew it wasn't him. He was probably on the other side of the continent, as far away from Jaskier as he could get. Still, his heart never calmed as he finished the rest of his set. No one had a problem with how he was practically sobbing minus the tears by the end of the song. Instead, they relished in it, ate it up like they were watching a pig be slautered for a feast. The applause was louder than usual, his coin purse significantly heavier. It was his best performance yet.
He never wanted to play like that ever again.
"Thank you" He forces a smile and turns to face the stranger, and normally Jaskier isnt one to judge a person's character at first glance, but lets just say the stranger was, infact rather strange.
An older man with wild grey hair to his shoulders, decked in full leather and buckles and, most curious of all...black messy soot around his chin, mouth and eyes. Eyes that stare back at him with a deep sadness he knew all too well. The black and broody nature of it all was too...familiar, too close to home. He could only nod and turn back to his ale, resisting the urge to touch the ache in his chest.
"You seem to know your way around heartbreak well. Someone ripped your heart our recently?" The stranger suprisingly placed a hand on his back as Jaskier promptly inhaled half of his ale into his nose. Despite the embarrassing display, the stranger did not laugh at his expense. Only a stoic, concerned expresssion on his face that just pissed Jaskier off even more.
"And who the fuck are you exactly, my good sir?" He grits through his teeth, wondering just who the fuck posseses the audacity to-
"Blackbeard. Pleased to meet you." -to b-be...the deadliest and most wanted pirate of the seven seas. Oh fuck. He promptly chokes once again, this time on his own spit.
"He-Hello, hi. Gods, really?" The stranger- the infamous Blackbeard offers a small smile and helps him through another coughing fit.
"Easy. Eat your, whatever the fuck that is. I just... wanted to talk." He takes a bite, awkardly. The stew was still a mystery, but thankfully pleasant enough to choke down. An almost shy tension forms between them, which baffled Jaskier. Blackbeard is sitting next to him, very much lacking a beard, covered in soot and looking like he's about to cry into his tankard. And he waits to talk. To...Jaskier?
"What- um, what did you want to talk about?" The older man looks down at his hands. A strange sight, seeing someone so feared look so scared. Then again, Jaskier knew first hand how big hulking figures with bigger reputations have something to hide.
"Your song..." Blackbeard looks at him with determination and a horrifying thought forms in his head. Has the pirate come for Jaskier for information on Geralt and Ciri too? Will he be tied to a chair and beaten once more? Will he be drowned instead of burned this time around?
"What about it?"
"You...why do you write songs like that?" Ed watches the bard blink slowly, practically see the sentences forming in the man's head before he speaks with a sigh.
"Well, when someone as dramatic as myself gets their heart stomped on and ripped to pieces, one tends to seek an outlet for all that frustration and sadness. Writing a heated song about them and burning helps."
"Helps...Does the pain go away? After you sing it?" The pirate fiddles with the handle of his tankard, brows furrowed. Jaskier has the strangest urge to hold the man's hand to sooth him.
"In a way. It turns the sadness into something else for a bit, something more...approachable? Something to hold, to throw, to punch..."
"To burn?" The two share a look before Jaskier chuckles into his mead, nodding.
"Yes. That too." His eyes watch the crowd of strangers in the tavern and spots the blond haired man from before. His features too soft, height too tall. Its not him but it makes his blood boil and heart ache all the same.
"The pain doesn't go away. It just gives you an opportunity to hit back, in a way." Jaskier watches the gears turn in the pirates brain, slowly digesting his words. Silence follows, or atleast the suggestion of it as they sit in a crowded tavern next to an angry ocean. A few more minutes pass and just when Jaskier rises to leave-
"Could you help me write one too?" Ed turns to the bard and pleads. Blackbeard the Pirate wouldn't be caught dead in such a state. Edward Teach, however was desperate. Edward was tired of the pain, the confusion. He needed relief from it, even just for a second. Killing didn't help. Stealing only reminded him more of Bonnet. He was out of options. The only semblace of ease he had felt was when he attempted to write about it, strangely enough.
"You want me...to help you write a song? About heartbreak?" Blackbeard nods solemly, completely fucking serious. Jaskeir being a sucker for a good story and, admitted a chance to help and feel needed replies.
"Fuck it, why not?" Let it be known that Jaskier had a type.
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