#jaskier is a fool

[cat-cosplay]

🎶 Toss a coin to your Hisser...🎶

#jaskier #the witcher #toss a coin to your witcher #snake #tw snakes #cw snakes #snek #silly #april fools #april fool's day

[pickleforstony]

"Did you just say-"

"Yes."

#geraskier #It's been a while lads #I'm fine I just played... playing BG3 #10hrs per day #But gods I've missed this fools #the witcher #the witcher netflix #twn #geralt of rivia #jaskier #jaskier x geralt #the witcher fanart

[kueble]

At least the Joey Batey fandom is going strong 💟

#the witcher #jaskier #joey batey #cast him in more things you fools #tad

[bardic-mess]

I need more of Geralt looking at Jaskier softly. Looking at him like he hung the stars in the night sky.

I also need more of Jaskier being confused every time Geralt looks at him this way, like he panics thinking there's something on his face or his hair is a mess. Not understanding that people can stare at him lovingly.

#geralt x jaskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt x dandelion #geraskeir #the witcher #i love them both #soft sweet fools

[access-point]

watching the "burn butcher burn" scene and

this guy checks jaskier out not once, not twice, but THREE times. im pretty sure he's having a religious experience

#i dont blame him i would too #look at this fool. this jester. i want to have him against a wall immediately #the witcher #the witcher netflix #twn #jaskier #twn jaskier #the witcher netflix jaskier #he's literally pretending to drink his ale casually but i KNOW he's having a religious experience rn #nameless bearded man my beloved #interact friendly

[flowercrown-bard]

the results are in! this choose your own adventure-esque fic is going to be a somewhat lighthearted Geraskier fic set at a masquerade

For some reason I can’t add the poll to this post, so at the end of the chapter, there will be a link to the poll. sorry for making this more complicated than probably necessary

wc: 1429

AO3

'Choose wisely', said the fool (part 1)

“This is unbelievable!” Jaskier snatched the parchment out of Geralt’s hands, skimming its contents, though he already knew what they were. The wax seal showing an intricate rose design had revealed it all. “How did you do it?”

“Hm?” Geralt folded his arms and lifted an eyebrow in amusement, as he watched Jaskier fret over the letter.

“Oh, don’t you hmm me,” Jaskier said petulantly, though his heart skipped a beat at the little smile Geralt quirked. Even after years of friendship, he still couldn’t get enough of Geralt’s teasing tone and the easy familiarity with which the witcher had started treating him once he had gotten used to the idea that Jaskier genuinely wanted to be his friend. And it was true. Jaskier did love being friends with him, travelling beside him, sharing drinks and laughs as friends were wont to do. There was just the tiny detail that a not-so-secret part of him wanted to have something else with Geralt as well. As much as Jaskier told himself he was satisfied with sharing a bed with Geralt out of convenience, he found himself wishing that he were allowed to sling an arm around Geralt’s waist and pull him closer, so he could press his head between his shoulder blades and fall asleep listening to his slow heartbeat or wake him up with a kiss. Gods, how he wanted to kiss him.

He coughed, shaking those thoughts off. He could deal with them later. Or never. That would also be acceptable. For now, he had other priorities. Namely -

“How, by the mighty clap of Melitele’s arsecheeks, did you manage to get invited to Duchess Ruta’s betrothal feast? And I - the Continent’s greatest and most famous bard - did not?”

Geralt’s lips twitched.

“Maybe your infamy for sleeping with engaged people isn’t very helpful.”

“Well, neither should your infamy for claiming the law of surprise at Pavetta’s betrothal feast be. And yet…” He smacked the invitation with one hand, creating a satisfyingly dramatic sound. “Maybe she hadn’t heard about that.”

Jaskier let out a disbelieving huff. He couldn’t fathom the idea of any noble who was worth their salt - which, admittedly, weren’t a lot- hadn’t heard about the disaster that had happened in Cintra. Not least of all, because it had made for a fantastic story. A cursed knight, a witcher sparing a monster and therefore ensuring that love won out in the end? Really, what was not to love? Jaskier just had to put that in a ballad and the song had spread across the Continent like a wildfire.

“Unbelievable,” Jaskier said again, mostly in hopes of seeing Geralt grin once more. As much as he acted like a slighted lover, Jaskier was proud of his friend. The Geralt from a couple of years ago would have never been even considered as a guest to a noble’s feast. The only thing less likely than that was the possibility of Geralt actually accepting.

“If you’re so mad about it, I take it you’re not coming?” Geralt asked nonchalantly and turned to his bags to pull out his alchemy set, clinking the bottles together.

“I repeat myself.” Jaskier waved the parchment through the air, despite Geralt not looking at him. “I wasn’t lucky enough to be invited.”

“Read the last line.”

With a frown, Jaskier did as he was bid. “Please be aware that you may bring no more than one additional guest with you, if you so wish.” His mouth dropped open. “Geralt, are you saying what I think you’re saying? Because if you’re not, I shall write a heartbreaking ballad about the cruelty of one Geralt of Rivia for toying with my hope.”

Geralt snorted and rolled his eyes at Jaskier’s dramatics.

“I wouldn’t ever hear the end of it if I didn't take you."

"You won't hear the end of it if you take me either,” Jaskier warned. “You know I'll make a song out of it, right?"

"I know." Geralt lowered his head as he sorted through his bottles, making his hair fall down and obscure his features. Still, Jaskier was sure he could see the hint of a smile. "It sounded like the sort of thing you'd like."

Jaskier's heart fluttered like a humming bird's wings.

"And exactly like the sort of thing you hate." He dropped the pretence of being affronted. Softly, he added, "You'd go there for me?"

Geralt shrugged. "Rich people have the best alcohol and food. Also, it's a masquerade. People won't bother me if they don't recognize me." He titled his head just enough that Jaskier could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. "And if they don't recognize you, then I don't have to look out for any cuckolds seeking revenge."

Jaskier bit his lip to stop himself from making a quip about how his face wasn't the only recognizable part of him. He didn't need to challenge his luck that much. Who knew when Geralt would offer to take him to a ball again?

"I'd love to go with you."

"Hmm." Geralt sounded pleased and for some reason relieved, as if there had ever been a chance that Jaskier wouldn't accept the invitation. "You better buy a mask then."

Jaskier lit up. He bounced on his heels.

"What are you going as? Oh! We could match!"

Geralt snorted. "How about we don't tell each other and see if we still recognize each other at the ball?"

Jaskier lifted his brows and let his eyes roam pointedly over the bulk of Geralt's shoulders and his very recognisable white hair.

"Sure," he said, drawing out the word. "Say, that's not just an excuse because you don't have a mask yet, is it?"

"Of course not."

"Liar." Jaskier grinned. "But fine. Challenge accepted. I could recognise you by your horse-smell alone. Speaking of which," he wrinkled his nose. "I'll leave you to your stinky alchemy. I don't need to watch you crush drowner brains again."

"Pity," Geralt said drily. "Whatever should i do without you to distract me."

"Oh, I'm distracting you?" Jaskier teased. "Did you just admit you think I'm pretty?"

Geralt grunted, but didn't deny it.

Jaskier very much didn't flee from the room so that Geralt wouldn't hear his heart picking up speed. He simply was eager to find a suitable mask to wear to the ball.

As he made his way to the heart of the town, he was already coming up with ideas. Granted, none of them would do any good at hiding his identity from Geralt, but he was well aware that that would be impossible anyway, what with Geralt being able to pick out the sound of his heartbeat in a crowd. No, Jaskier had a different goal in mind with his mask.

The first idea he had was perhaps the most obvious one. If he got a mask that looked like a wolf, he would be matching Geralt, even if Geralt had a differently themed mask. Everyone would know that he was the White Wolf’s companion. The idea of wearing something that undeniably marked him as belonging to Geralt made his heart beat faster and his cheeks heat up.

Then again, there were other options. It was a silly idea, of course, but… what if Jaskier went all out and got a really good disguise? He was sure that the troupe of actors he had chatted with earlier that day would let him borrow some of their costumes and props. Some cheap charm to change his eye colour to look more yellow, two prop swords, some light armour, maybe a wig… It wouldn't take much to make him look like a witcher. Geralt would be so annoyed but it would be so much fun, if only to see his reaction. Jaskier had to giggle just imagining it: following Geralt around with an exaggerated frown and artificially deep voice to imitate him. It would be hilarious!

But maybe annoying Geralt wasn't the right thing to do. After all, he had been kind enough to invite Jaskier along. Jaskier shouldn't punish him for that by teasing him. Maybe he should instead strive to make Geralt smile. And there was one thing that without fail would always make him smile: Horses. Jaskier would look absolutely terrible in a horse mask, but a little public humiliation would be worth it if it meant seeing Geralt light up at the sight of him and maybe even laugh a little, if Jaskier was lucky.  

The more he thought about it, the harder the choice became.

make the choice for Jaskier here

tagging: @fingons-rad-harp @claracaboozle @thequeeninyellowlace @

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #witcher #fic #fanfic #my writing #choose wisely said the fool

[blaidd-gwyn]

Hope you don't mind me using potoo!Geralt @fandom-junk-drawer. The fandom is quiet and I am bored so I'm just tossing these out there.

Enjoy! Or curse me for making you guys see it. Either one is fine :)

#gullskier #potoo geralt #the witcher #geralt #jaskier #a continuation of april fools i suppose

[wolvesandfoxes25]

I'm..

Just a..

Fool..

Song I devote to Geralt from Jaskier :(

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt x dandelion #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #😔 #just a fool #christina aguilera #Spotify

[snailqueen42]

I wrote an april fools fic in which I used as many cringy words and phrases to be found in smut while still making it readable.

please enjoy my offering to the Geraskier lovers

#the witcher #geraskier #april fool's day #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #fanfic #writing #my fic

[cat-cosplay]

🎶 Toss a coin to your Hisser...🎶

#april fools day #april fools #snake #the witcher #jaskier #snek #cosplay #toss a coin to your witcher #joke #prank #cw #bard

[bestiarum]

self care is reading the lady of the lake but only the parts where jaskier is present and even then only until after the first 'it was may' line and geralt remembering that jaskier left his magnum opus in anna henrietta's underwear drawer and roasting him for it mercilessly

#underlines 'give me a kiss old fool' and the entire gallows scene a hundred times. #ignores literally everything else. maybe apart from geralt being literally speechless after jaskier tells him he's staying in touissant #the lady of the lake #the witcher #wiedźmin #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier

[kissgoodknight]

a saga

#asgfkfhskd this is genuinely so funny to me #a story in two pictures........ #evidence of the 2(ish) hours it took me to do EXACTLY what i knew i was gonna do (fall in love w jaskier) #local fool tricks self into thinking they won't catch feelings and then catches feelings so fast anyways (real not clickbait) #sing for me (i'll sing along) | jaskier

[kuripon]

sunshine come to life

Written for @thepassifloradiscord​ Team Bingo Event for the 'picnic' space. Check out @dapandapod​ and @fawnnbinary​ for their spaces on the card!

Geraskier | 789 words | G | cw: pollen is dangerous. these two are lucky.

Spring is here. Spring has sprung. The frost has melted away, the flowers have bloomed, and Jaskier is finally able to see his- the- his witcher after a long winter spent apart. He's excited to see Geralt, far too excited Essi would say, but he doesn't care. Every year he knows it's coming, every year he dreads their separation, but every year, he celebrates their reunion just as much as he mourns their parting.

He just wants to see Geralt.

They'd agreed to meet outside of Tretogor in the early spring. Invited to play in the palace for the winter season, it made sense to meet up at these crossroads. It gave Geralt time to travel at his own pace, taking up what contracts he could along the way to pad his wallet, and time for the weather to distance itself from the frigid winter it had once been.

But, despite what he believes to be a restful winter in Kaer Morhen, and despite the conversation prior to them going their separate ways--

"You don't have to rush, love. I know you'll get to me as soon as you can. You don't have to run yourself ragged."

"Hmm."

"Don't you 'Hmm' me for speaking the truth."

Geralt flushed a soft pink. Jaskier pretended not to notice.

-- he's sure that his witcher has rested very little in his efforts to meet up quickly. Geralt might think that he's being subtle, but Jaskier notices how his shoulders drop from around his ears, his hands unclench from fists, and his breathing becomes deeper over the first few hours spent together after winter.

Sometimes, it makes Jaskier think that Geralt might love him.

There is his witcher now, drawn to Jaskier like a magpie to a shiny crown stuck in the mud.

"Geralt!" he calls out, waving eagerly from where he sits atop a fence.

Geralt offers a wave himself, pulling Roach to a stop in front of him.

"Bard," he rumbles.

"Oh stop it, I missed you too." Jaskier glances at the sun and turns back to Geralt. "Mind taking a break? It's about time for lunch."

Geralt gets off Roach, gathering up her reins. "There's nowhere to eat around here."

"Never you worry, witcher! Follow me, please."

Jaskier leads them to a nearby field, blooming with wild flowers. They wind through the flowers, Jaskier picking a few for himself, Geralt doing the same behind him (no doubt, supplies for his potions). He had prepared for this, wanting to treat Geralt to a bit of rest organized by Jaskier himself.

His pack contained the necessary items, a bedroll, a couple of changes of clothing, other accoutrement, but he'd made space especially for this.

Finally, he gets to the tree near the top of the field, providing just enough shade from the noon sun and turns back to Geralt.

"Why don't you get Roach settled and I'll set up here?" He ignores the question in Geralt's eyes and hustles about. Tugging open his pack, he pulls out his linen blanket, spreading it out for them to sit upon. Next he pulls out a bottle of wine, leaving the second for later that night, in order to properly celebrate their reunion. He has a small block of cheese, a couple of apples, and a thick cured pork sausage that he'd somehow managed to wheedle from the cook while wintering in Tretogor.

"Ta-da!" he calls out, proudly showing off his picnic spread for Geralt. He takes satisfaction in the very real surprise in Geralt's eyes.

-----

Most of a bottle of wine later, Jaskier is regaling Geralt with all of the castle gossip from the winter.

"And then the prince and princess, who are twins by the way, their suitors had broken up with them! Both for completely separate reasons, but the fact that their courtships blew up at the same time fed the rumor mills for weeks after. Weeks, I--"

Jaskier overbalances in his storytelling and falls into Geralt's lap, back on the blanket and head cradled atop his knees.

"Would you look at that?"

Geralt looks up at the tree above them, the wine loosening his lips as well. "Look at what?"

Jaskier reaches up, cradling Geralt's cheek. "You. Wonderful, beautiful you."

"Jaskier..." His cheeks are red. Jaskier likes to think his words put that blush there.

"That's me. Just Jaskier... Your Jaskier, if you wanted."

A rumble spreads between them, filling the silence.

Jaskier pushes himself up and listens intently, trying to find the source of the sound. He looks side to side before staring at Geralt. "Is... that you, Geralt? You purr?" Jaskier unashamedly presses his ear to Geralt's chest. "I love this. I love you. Does this mean you love me?"

The purr redoubles in strength. "I... I do."

He was right.

#Geralt of Rivia #Jaskier #Geraskier #Geralt/Jaskier #Picnicing FOOLS #Don't you know the pollen will take you out #Team Bingo 2 #Electric Bingaloo

[rebrandedbard]

Wip Wednesday (but it’s sunday)

Thanks for tagging me, @flowercrown-bard mine beloved <3

Rules: post a snippet of whatever you’re currently working on, no more than 300 words, and tag five other writers (I am too lazy for that)

Here’s a little sneak peek at my latest project, the Sleeping Beauty au. Currently at 26k, likely to stop at 30k by the end (let us hope). I am actually very surprised that this passage was exactly 300 words.

The captain gave chase at once, stumbling on the steps. “Sir! Please, this is greater than the fate of one  city—than one country! Whatever resources we can provide, ask and they will be yours. If it’s pay you require, you shall name your price!”

“No fool would enter that dungeon for so slight a temptation as money.”

“This is more than a desperate attempt to bargain. This is the fate of the Continent! We’ve called for the aid of two court mages already, and they have been taken by the briars. They do not know the old magic as witchers do. Sir? Sir!”

Geralt turned off the stair and strode through the opposite gate, heading briskly toward the river. He whistled and Roach came trotting up at his side.

The captain rushed in front of Geralt, planted his feet, and stopped him with a hand to his chest. Geralt paused, only to rummage through his saddlebags.

“We beg you,” the captain pleaded. “You cannot leave us. The vines show no sign of stopping. If you leave us now, there is nowhere you might go where they will not reach. In a month’s time, they might cover Mount Carbon. In a season, they might reach the valley. In a year, they will have met the sea.”

Geralt pocketed a number of potions and handed the captain the reins. “Stable my horse. Take care of her until I return. If the vines reach the fort by sunrise, take your people and leave.”

The captain gaped as Geralt brushed past him. He clutched the reins tightly as a child held to the edge of a sheet to ward off nightmares. “But where are you going?” he asked.

Geralt unsheathed his sword without a backward glance.

“I have business in Lyria,” he said.

#tag game #for those wondering‚ his business in Lyria is to find Jaskier #and he is a fool who would enter for LOVE #wip

[bladetoblade]

just found out that jaskier IS actually in blood origin

#damn it #the witcher #i don't like being repeatedly manipulated with like 10 min of jaskier scattered through a witcher season #fool me thrice ig :')

[cherryjuicegf]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The moment he stopped breathing inside the lake, the moment they entered the loop, he was already dead.

okay i didn't plan on expanding on the story/ghost theme in this fic as i have done hundreds of times before but welp here we are

#your comment was so enthusiastic it made me realize i could make this fit and!! i did!!! i just finished writing this part #it's a loop it's the perfect chance and i have been a fool #also jaskier deserves to co-haunt the story for once in his life. as a treat <3 #thank you for granting me revelation #answered #widevibratobitch