#feral jaskier

[headcanonthings]

Geralt, pushing Jaskier behind him: The Bard meant no disrespect.

Jaskier, looking directly into a local lord’s eyes: No, I absolutely did.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect witcher quotes #the witcher #geralt of rivia #Jaskier #feral jaskier

[0dde11eth]

Jaskier: you can smell that?

Lambert: i'm a witcher I can smell everything

Jaskier: Cool!

Lambert: *sniffs jaskier* You smell like a bitch

Jaskier: *offended gasps and stabs Lambert in the thigh*

Lambert: I stand corrected

Jaskier: technically you're lying. in a puddle of blood, so who's the bitch now?

Lambert: geralt i love your bard

#my nonsense #jaskier #lambert #jaskier and lambert the chaotic duo #feral jaskier #feral bard #petty jaskier #mutagen #mutagens #mutations #witcher lore #witcher facts

[rauchendesgnu]

Joey mentioned he got to keep a warhammer from S3 … @themanta wrote a thing that inspired me …

So, a feral bard it is!

#jaskier #the witcher #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #geralt #fanart #my art #geraskier fanart #joey batey #feral jaskier #feral bard #jaskier with a warhammer #normalise feral jaskier

[thedemonofcat]

When Geralt gets turned into a literal white wolf, Jaskier decides to say fuck it and go full feral and live in the woods with Geralt.

It’s take about a week for Yennefer to find them

#the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #joey batey #the witcher #jaskier the witcher #henry cavill #the witcher jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #fic ideas #feral jaskier #jaskier #gerskier #cirilla fiona elen riannon #freya allan #headcanon #yennefer of vengerberg #anya cholatra #the witcher season 3 #anya chalotra #the witcher season three #witcher yennefer

[k-laconia-bug1]

Geralt watching a bar fight: "not my circus not my monkeys"

Sees Jaskier head get slammed

Geralt: "My CIRCUS MY MONKEYS"

Also alternatively

Jaskier listening to men gossip "not my circus not my monkeys"

They mention witchers or Geralt

Jaskier pulling up his sleeves "MY CIRCUS MY MONKEYS BITCH"

#geralt #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #jaskier witcher #witcher geralt #jaskier #witcher #geralt loves jaskier #jaskier loves geralt #feral jaskier #they are ride or dies #protective geralt #geralt does not care unless it his bard #then he cares #Jaskier leader of the witcher protection squad

[islenthatur]

#jaskier dandelion #the witcher fanart #jaskier the bard #feral jaskier #the witcher #h

[geraskierficrecs]

Magical Jaskier Fic Recs:

a smile made for war by andrewminyards

You are destruction, Jaskier’s mentor tells him. Death and destruction thrum in Jaskier’s core of chaos, his magic bringing nothing but annihilation, and Jaskier hates it.

But music is not destruction. Music is creation, and it sings in Jaskier’s veins. There is nothing quite like the rush of joy and energy whenever music flows through him, and he forgets about the destruction that his chaos is capable of as music fills his soul.

After decades of being a sorcerer, Jaskier finds himself in music, and for the first time, his magic brings life.

we dance around a ring and suppose by bilboakenshield27

“He twirled between tables, voice rising and falling, glancing surreptitiously around for an escape route. There was a small door behind the dais and the main entrance through which the queen had entered—both manned by four guards. Jaskier mentally calculated the blows to his dignity if he just booked it through the main door mid-song."

-or-

Jaskier is an empath.

Lightning in a Bottle by stars_and_selkies

Jaskier has made plenty of mistakes in his long life. Most of which include sleeping with married women, admittedly, but one of the worst mistakes he has ever made was following Geralt of Rivia like a lost puppy. The worst mistake he's ever made in over 80 years of living... and the best.

Flowers Can’t Grow on Stone Floors by a_static_world

Julian Alfred Pankratz was born a happy, healthy baby, one misty November morning in the small duchy of Lettenhove. Strangely, the boy hadn’t cried once; he’d seemingly been born content, blinking blearily at the outside world like an old man who’d lost his spectacles and wasn’t quite sure whether he'd seen his grandchildren or an oddly-shaped boulder. By the time Julian turned two, his earlier silence had been all but forgotten.

Destiny Denied by hyrulehearts1123, sageclover61

Stregobor created Witchers to be the perfect monster hunters, but they rose up against their creators and were not loyal to them. And so in revenge, Stregobor kidnapped one Witcher’s child of surprise, a young Julian Alfred Pankretz de Lettenhove. And yet, because of one small medallion that spoke to him, Jaskier’s loyalties were not to Stregobor, but to the Witchers who tried to raise him despite the distance.

You’re Everything (I Just Didn’t Know) by ScentedBooks

Jaskier gets gravely injured and his magic isn't helping, Geralt refuses to let him die.

#geraskier #angst #geraltxjaskier #hurt/comfort #geralt x jaskier #hurt jaskier #hurt geralt #angst with a happy ending #feral jaskier #badass jaskier #the witcher #geralt/jaskier #mage Jaskier #magical Jaskier #fic recs #fic list

[cryptid-called-ash]

Witcher thoughts

Sorcerer Jaskier / Yennefer (version one)

Just after the mountain drama

jaskier get blinded by a bruxa on his way down the mountain.

So he decides fuck it he’s had enough with people for the next decade

He dyes his hair and becomes a pseudo- hermit, throwing himself into perfecting his magic

He starts going by Julian again

Yennefer hears about this mysterious sorcerer living in the mountains who helps the local village and goes to investigate

Lo and behold it’s jaskier

She shocked, confused, but not angry. She can’t bring herself to be. Not when he invites her into his cottage for tea

She very quickly becomes angry, but not at jaskier, no her fury is solely on geralt for leaving jask alone

Winter falls and jask asks yenn to stay with him

They start getting close and before they realize it, they’ve fallen in love

They decide to wed for real

Rip geralt he’s got two angry sorcerer newlyweds to deal with now

Witcher jaskier

Do y’all watch the Witcher George on YouTube? You should. Go watch the school of the leshen video! I’ll wait.

School of the leshen Jaskier.

His dad, Alfred, is also a Witcher of the same school, he had jask before undergoing the mutations.

A 22 year old newly minted Witcher Alfred is out on a contract in lettenhove and runs into the woman he had a one night stand with, and surprise, he’s a father.

She gives a rather neglected 5 year old Julian to his father.

Panicking about his new status as a father, he takes his son back to the elder keep and raises Julian as a Witcher.

 Julian has a surprising affinity for signs, Axii in particular, which he learned to incorporate into his voice. Earning him the nickname ‘siren in the wood’

{oc time} the Witcher Berek Ebonstone is roughy around Julian’s age and the two become quick friends. Even traveling together when they become full witchers

Jul gets sent to study at oxenfurt and bring new information back the the school, where he takes up his infamous persona of Jaskier the bard

Julian is out on a contract in Posada, having just completed it when he meets geralt.

Now Julian, ever the little shit, decides he wants to see what all the fuss over the white wolf is about.

Things play out as normal, albeit with jaskier always seems to have more coin when geralt comes back from a contract than when he left, there always seems to be one less contact too. He’s sure it’s nothing though.

It’s not until the infamous break up that things really change.

Jaskier seemingly drops off the face of the earth.

Berek and Julian are once again hunting together regularly, occasionally interacting with the other wolves but, blessedly, never running into geralt.

Julian knows his luck won’t hold, and he’ll have to face geralt eventually and tell him the truth. But he going to wait until he has no other choice.

#yennskier #witcher jaskier #witcher au #thoughts and ideas #yennefer of vengerberg #yennefer x jaskier #school of the leshen #let’s make it happen #julian alfred pankratz #non human jaskier #feral jaskier #bamf jaskier #goth bi x prep bi #sorcerer jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier #geraskefer #siren in the wood au

[buskerjaskier]

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This is from an AU I'm currently working on where Yennefer didn't save Jaskier from Rience, so Ciri never met Jaskier:

Ciri recognises him as the man in the clearing, even if it’s just by his melodic voice and the blue flash of eyes, and she runs towards the man and throws her arms around his waist — it’s a risk, but he’s been nice to her before, and it is better than wherever these guards are about to take her. “Father!”

#okay so it's two sentences but #It's yennefer/geralt/jaskier endgame #with father and daughter dynamic for jaskier and ciri #with a sprinkle of #feral jaskier #wip meme #jaskier #ciri #the witcher #my writing

[headcanonthings]

Jaskier: I get really offended when people tell me I’m going to hell for being gay because I feel like they’re overlooking all the perfectly valid reasons I’m going to hell.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect witcher quotes #the witcher #jaskier #feral jaskier

[0dde11eth]

#my nonsense #jaskier #geralt #geraskier #feral jaskier #feral bard

[yaskefer]

read on ao3

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Ciri sat cross legged near the fire, a cloak under her to save her from the worst of the hard ground. It wasn’t much, but she’d learned hard and fast about luxuries on the path. And really, she was warm, she was fed, she wasn’t in any considerable pain if you didn’t count for her sore hips and thighs from the constant riding. And one couldn’t really ask for more than that. 

Jaskier, sitting across from her, played on his lute. A gentle, Cintran lullabye that Ciri had mostly forgotten about until he started playing it, a small, sad smile on his face. She’d have told him off, maybe, grumbled about not being a baby, not needing a lullaby to help sooth her. 

Except– well. The lullaby did soothe her, it did remind her of home, despite being so far away, it did help and she was tired of denying herself comforts. She’d thought she could be like Geralt, that she had to be like him, all stoic and brooding and strong, not complaining or feeling pain. 

And then Jaskier came along, and he was the diametric opposite of Geralt. 

And Geralt still liked him. He didn’t think the bard was weak, didn’t tell him to toughen up, smiled at his antics, and even accommodated him sometimes. 

So, she was starting to let go of herself a little, unwinding, relaxing, letting herself enjoy the safety of finally having found Geralt, her destiny, and with him a piece of something that reminded her of her home as well. 

The fire in front of her cackled, and then a log broke, sending up a flare of fire before burning down low, almost to embers. She looked at it, dismayed. 

Jaskier looked at the fire, sighed, and put down his lute. Standing up, he said, “Well then, I’ll go get more firewood, I suppose. Geralt would be awfully grumpy if we don’t have the camp all warm and toasty for him by the time he comes back.” 

Ciri grinned at him impishly, snuggling into the cloak wrapped around her. She didn’t know how Jaskier did it, walking so much. He was completely human. But supposedly practice helped. She’d been at it for more than a few weeks now, and still hadn’t grown used to it. She eagerly awaited the day when she didn’t feel the need to curl into a ball and pass out every time they stopped to rest. 

There was a rustle from behind her, and she frowned, even Geralt couldn’t have found enough firewood in so short a time. 

And before she could react, or do anything, strong, burly arms wrapped around her, one glove covered hand covering her mouth and stifling her nose as well, making it hard to breathe.

The smell of leather and sweat was near overpowering, and she struggled, kicking out and trying to make him loosen his grip, but she was still on the ground, her legs folded beneath her, and the man was fucking strong. 

“Now, now, shhh,” the man grumbled, voice gruff and gravely. She couldn’t scream– she couldn’t scream. She could do nothing as he started dragging her even as she dug her heels into the ground, still thrashing hard. 

“Caught me self a princess,” he hissed, right into her ear, and despite his hand, she could smell his rancid breath, could almost imagine an ugly set of yellow, rotten teeth to go with his personality. 

“No, you haven’t.”

Jaskier. 

Everything stilled, and then there was the sound of– of something, steel against flesh, and then a choking, gurgling sound. The arms around her loosened and there was something very warm and very wet trickling down her side and back. 

She scrambled out of his hold, a scream caught in her throat and tears gathering in her eyes. She turned around to look at the person who’d been holding her, who’d now fallen to the ground, twitching weakly. 

He was in Nilfgaardian armour, and that, more than anything, terrified her. Nilfgaardian armour meant being taken to the man with the helm, it meant– it meant–

She looked up, sobs bubbling in her throat, at Jaskier. Who was holding the bloodied knife in his hands, and was also covered in blood. He looked at her, concern swimming in his eyes, and her eyes widened in horror. 

Before she could call out to him, warn him, something–

Jaskier sidestepped, and the axe meant for him went through the ground. Jaskier didn’t hesitate, moving gracelessly as he thrust the knife in his hand into the other soldier’s face. The knife went in under his cheek, right up to the hilt. The man’s fingers slackened around his huge axe and he fell, screaming all the way and clutching at the knife buried in his face. 

The first soldier was already dead. 

Her sobs disappeared behind a wall of adrenaline, and she slowly crawled over to the now whimpering, crying man as he writhed on the ground. Jaskier crouched down beside her, a grimace etched on his face. 

“He’s going to die, right?” Ciri asked, just to confirm. 

“Mhm,” Jaskier hummed, tilting his head to the side. Ciri was starting to shiver from the cool blood now congealing on her, and she was sure Jaskier was too. The fire had nearly burnt down by now, only a last few embers remaining. Jaskier looked around a little, squinting at the darkened trees in case there were others. 

After a few moments he settled back on his heels and said, “Unless there’s some divine intervention, he’s as good as dead. You don’t have to worry about him.”

She nodded, and pursing her lips, reached out to wrap her fingers around the knife still embedded in the Nilfgaardian. She looked at Jaskier, who was watching her impassively, and then she pulled the knife out. 

The man screamed. 

Then, without thinking much on it, she plunged it into his throat. The soldier's scream cut off into a wet gurgling sound, and she pulled the knife back out, grimacing at the spray of blood. The man only choked and gurgled for a few more seconds before going still, face slack and drenched in blood. 

Jaskier was staring at her with a quirked brow. 

She lifted her chin, wiped the knife on the dead man’s sleeve, and said, “In the face of the inevitable, good leaders should always choose mercy.” 

#the witcher #the witcher season 2 #jaskier dandelion #jaskier #cirilla fiona elen riannon #feral jaskier #my fic #writing #this idea came to ma on my 5th rewatch of the first episode where calanthe says that line #that episode is such a goddamn gem

[thedemonofcat]

One fateful day, while Geralt and Yennefer were away, they decided to entrust Ciri and Jaskier to Geralt's brothers. However, things took an unexpected turn when a sudden explosion shook things up.

In the ensuing chaos, Jaskier and Ciri went missing, and none of Geralt's brothers wanted to be the bearer of the news that they had lost the princess and the bard. Now, each of them is discreetly searching for the two, desperately trying to locate them before Geralt and Yennefer return.

As for Jaskier and Ciri, they are surprisingly unscathed. Ciri's adventurous spirit led her to Nerbay town, where she intended to engage in a knife fight. Meanwhile, Jaskier was eager to craft a ballad about this very knife fight.

#the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #the witcher #jaskier the witcher #joey batey #henry cavill #the witcher jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #fic ideas #feral jaskier #Feral Ciri #witcher eskel #the witcher lambert #the witcher coen #the witcher aiden #kear morhen #jaskier #gerskier #cirilla fiona elen riannon #freya allan #headcanon #yennefer of vengerberg #anya cholatra #the witcher season 3 #anya chalotra #the witcher season three #witcher yennefer

[k-laconia-bug1]

Jaskier about ask Geralt a question

Geralts "No"

Jaskier flabbergasted "What you don't even know what I was about ask Geralt!"

Geralt eyes narrowed "you have that too innocent of a look in your eyes it never means anything good"

Jaskier wondering if it's about the baby Griffen he wants to adopt or if it's about the bar he started while Geralt was away that ended with a couple.of dead body's that gave him away

#geralt #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #jaskier witcher #witcher geralt #jaskier #witcher #geralt loves jaskier #jaskier loves geralt #feral jaskier #feral bard #baby griffin

[rauchendesgnu]

WIP of Jaskier with the warhammer Joey mentioned. Happy holidays, everyone

#yes he’s wearing no shirt because i wanted to draw his chest #sue me #jaskier #feral jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #geralt x jaskier #fanart #my art #geraskier #the witcher #joey batey #geraskier fanart

[geraskierficrecs]

An Offer You Can't Refuse Update!

New year, new chapter.

Teaser:

Beside Lambert, Aiden’s eyes continued to scan the flickering darkness around them for any sign of attackers.  His mate was clearly trying to find a way to protect his pack and remove any chance of Jaskier being taken away by anything else.  The two brothers remained always within touching distance even as Jaskier attempted to carry Geralt towards the garage.

The alpha’s body was still covered with the stench of blood and silver, but Lambert had enough experience to know he would survive whatever wounds he’d gained during his fight with Emhyr.  He waited until the closest wolves began to speak among themselves before leaning closer to Jaskier.

“Emhyr?” he asked in a low voice.

The other wolf looked back with a gleam of triumph in his eyes.  “Dead.”

“Good.”

In the end, that was all that mattered tonight.

#geraskier #angst #geraltxjaskier #my stuff #geralt x jaskier #angst with a happy ending #geralt/jaskier #badass jaskier #modern au #feral jaskier #werewolf au #werewolf mates #lambert x aiden #the witcher fanfiction