#lambskier

[tielmamon]

Fell inlove with Paul Bullion's Lambert so its only fair that Jaskier does too 🧡

Geralt isnt a fan tho

#the witcher #jaskier #lambert #geralt #geraskier #lambskier #fanart #jaskier cuffing all the kaer morons #jaskier is witchersexual #geralt will fight everyone

[beli-heart]

Lamskier reading nook comfort

Jaskier doesn’t mind being distracted by Lambert kissing his cheek. 🫧💕

#lambert #jaskier #lambert x jaskier #lambskier #the witcher #traditional art #watercolourpainting #the witcher fanart #fanart #the witcher netflix #twn #beliheartart

[bardcore-jaskier]

♡ Joey Batey sword fighting ♡

I've been reading witcher!Jaskier fanfics on AO3 lately and I'm one of those people who have a very active imagination so I have no trouble picturing Jaskier fighting with a sword. But I recently came across a TikTok video where someone said that certain people are unable to visualize mental images, it's a condition called aphantasia. So I made the second gif for those who might need a little reference to go off of when reading fanfics. + Even if you don't have aphantasia, it's still a very entertaining concept to feast one's eyes upon!

If you are wondering where I found that clip, it is from a compilation of Joey Batey's scenes in Knightfall on YouTube:

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[hannibard]

I'm just a tad obsessed

#especially when there's comfort afterwards 🥵 #it's been almost 4 years and it hasn't stopped once pls help #it sucks that the witcher fandom is kinda dead now bc whumptober used to be my favorite time of the year 😔 #twn #the witcher #meme #jaskier #hurt jaskier #jaskier whump #geraskier #yennskier #radskier #lambskier #jaskel #etc etc #the witcher netflix #my edit #shitpost #gina linetti #b99 #brooklyn 99 #julian alfred pankratz #dandelion #crispy

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

Fics with Medallion trees??? I remember reading one that was a little heartbreaking, explaining to Jaskier what the tree was, but I'd like more...

#fic recs #lost fic #the witcher #geraskier #kaer morons #jaskel #lambskier

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

That Heat Bombard got me like 👀 Lay it one me!

(And I’ll put a post up asap!)

Heat Bombard is one of my two fics for Fandom Trumps Hate! Like it says on the tin, it's an omegaverse Bombard fic where due to Plot Reasons, Jaskier ends up drinking a potion that gives him an extra-strong heat, which he needs help riding out. Luckily, he's at Kaer Morhen and Lambert, who he's been pining over for years, happens to be there.

Here's a snippet:

“Lambert, I’m bored.” Jaskier’s voice is a whine.

“Another day of bedrest. Vengerberg’s orders.” Lambert puts down the breakfast tray in front of him. It’s the first time he’s been in the same room as Jaskier since they arrived at Kaer Morhen; the bard still looks worn and a little haggard, but his scent is no longer flooded with pre-heat. He doesn’t smell like much of anything, in fact; the suppressants Vengerberg gave him do the trick.

“Since when does Yennefer give the orders?”

“Since you nearly froze your fucking feet off climbing a mountain in slippers.” Lambert knows that isn’t fair; it’s not like Jaskier had a choice in the matter. But grousing about the slippers is easier than thinking about all the other things about this situation that making Lambert fucking furious.

Jaskier sighs, very put upon. “Tell me a story. I want to hear about your year on the Path.”

Lambert blinks. “Why?”

“Because I haven’t left this bed in a week. Have I mentioned that I’m bored?”

“Only a thousand times.” Lambert can’t inject any real annoyance into his voice. “Ask Geralt. He’s your muse.”

“Geralt’s stories are all, ‘It was big and I killed it.’” Jaskier’s voice lowers into an abysmal imitation of Geralt’s.

“What about one of the others?”

“Eskel is only a little better than Geralt, Vesemir is busy, and please never tell dear, sweet Coën I said this, but he takes so long to get to the point that I fear I’ll perish before I find out what kind of monster he was hunting. I’m just a mortal man.” Jaskier grins up at Lambert, all big blue eyes. “Anyway, your stories are always so colorful.”

Lambert snorts. “That’s what Geralt likes to call my bullshit.”

“Maybe I like your bullshit.” Somehow, Jaskier’s eyes seem to get even bigger. Maybe even a little bluer, which shouldn’t be possible. Maybe Lambert is just a besotted idiot.

WIP Ask Game

#the witcher #bombard #lambskier #jaskier x lambert #omegaverse

[artistsfuneral]

For the sentence question:

"Could you stop doing that!" Lambert snapped while Jaskier sent him a wide eyed innocent Look.

"I have. Absolutely. No idea. What. You are. Talking. About," the bard said with emphasis, pressing kisses against Lambert's cheek ever so often. Across from where he was sitting, his brothers made obnoxious kissy noises at him and the bard in his lap. Lambert let out a long suffering sigh, "Is this because I didn't want to hold your hand during breakfast?" Jaskier was about to press another kiss to Lambert's cheek when the witcher quickly turned his head to capture the bard's lips with his own. "I already said I'm sorry, Jaskier, but I do need my hands to eat, you know?" Jaskier's face turned into a pout.

Send me the first sentence to a fic and I will write the next... 5ish?

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[naconaco]

#the witcher #Lambert #Jaskier #lambert x jaskier #lambskier

[officerjennie]

For a rainy day :)

Lambert hugging someone awkwardly? (3?) Whoever you want that someone to be 😉

No CWs. Lambert is a disaster. Lambskier. Taglist at the bottom!

Lambert didn't do hugs. 

Namely, he didn't do touching. Of any sort. The thought made his skin crawl, his face twist into itself, and just the thought of all the gooey feelings that were usually attached to hugging made it all even worse.

That said, he wasn't sure what else he could do when Jaskier was giving him that look.

Somewhere along the way, the bard had attached himself to Lambert's side. A barnacle of a human, suction cupped to him, traipsing along the path in Lambert's wake despite the amount of times Lambert had thrown his boots at him. For all the years Lambert had made fun of Geralt for being stuck with him, destiny or karma or whatever bullshit must have been getting back at him, because Lambert could not shake the damned bard no matter how hard he tried.

And he mainly tried because he liked Jaskier's company. Didn't do for a witcher to get attached to a human, after all.

But he tried and failed, and hated every time Jaskier gave him that look - though there were a dozen 'that look's that made Lambert snarl or storm off away from the bard. Like the one where Jaskier's eyes lit up at whatever story Lambert was telling, or the one where Jaskier's face turned haunted and dangerous when someone said something snide about witchers.

Or the one where Jaskier's whole face softened, and his voice turned quiet, when Lambert stumbled back into their camp bleeding.

Right at that moment, he hated the tears in Jaskier's eyes, and he couldn't run away from them.

He'd caused them. Worst of all, he hadn't caused them by being mean. All he'd done was replace Jaskier's leather bound notebook, the one the damned idiot had dropped in the river the week before and had spent at least a good hour wading around in the water for. And it hadn't even been out of the graciousness of his heart, nor because he felt bad for him when all Jaskier had to scribble on were spare sheets of paper he picked up off of the streets when they passed through a town.

...okay maybe he had been trying to cheer the bard up. His moping was worse than his cheer, and it grated on Lambert's nerves in a way that was dangerously close to suggesting he was fond of him.

So he'd bought him a notebook. And Jaskier had started to sniff, and tear up, and barely managed to whisper out a hoarse "thank you", and Lambert didn't know what to do.

The first thing that came to mind was hug him. He didn't know why, he hated hugs, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Jaskier was tactile, always running his hands over soft things or worrying his thumbs over rough surfaces to feel their texture. Fuck, he'd hug a stranger if they were kind enough to him, and Lambert could see him squirming in place, hands clutching the leather notebook and his coat swaying behind him.

He wanted a hug. Was holding himself back from flinging his arms around the witcher because as much as Jaskier wasn't the greatest with boundaries he knew which ones to keep and which ones he could push.

And Lambert didn't know what to do except hug him. So he did.

Jaskier let out a small eep as Lambert put his arms around him, holding the bard loosely and glaring off to the side like the wall had personally offended him. He couldn't help but stiffen and grind his teeth, and Jaskier just held his breath, not moving an inch as they stood there in complete silence.

It was awful. Lambert hated every second of it. And then Jaskier slowly wrapped his arms around Lambert's back, and Lambert hated it for an entirely different reason.

"Thank you, truly."

Lambert growled, feeling heat building on his cheeks, and he wanted nothing more than to bolt and never see the bard again.

And also wanted to hold him closer, and wanted to kiss him until Jaskier lost his words and just shut up for once.

"Alright, that's enough, shut up about it." Lambert wriggled right out of the hug and bodily held Jaskier at arms length for a moment, glaring at him though it didn't even make the bard flinch. He then huffed and dropped his arms, turning on his heel and snatching up his swords to go find something to kill.

"Should I wait up for you?" Jaskier called out, his voice still touched with softness, and Lambert needed to run before that made him think too much on whatever feelings were rattling around in his chest.

"Don't make me knock you out," he snapped, and jumped out the window before Jaskier could say anything else.

He hated hugs. He hated touching. And he hated how Jaskier made him want to admit he was lying.

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@fontegagrilledcheese @damnbert @mothmanismyuncle @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde @jaskierswolf @oldandkinky @blooodymoon  @kan0chan @silvermintnightprincess @flowercrown-bard @sharinalein @concussed-dragon @hayleynzlive @feral-jaskier @sweetiepieplum @stonedstargazer666 @deafeningnightcollection-things @luteandsword @kmuir1 @little-boats-on-a-lake @dani-dandelino @rurousha @renewlucifer

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[tiredshifter]

the witcher doodles

#the witcher #geralt #eskel #jaskier x eskel #jaskier #jaskel #lambskier #witcher fanart #lambert #eskel my beloved #doodlies #doodle #eskel/jaskier

[bambirex]

Help me flesh out an idea?

Mamma Mia AU - sort of the same plot, Jaskier has a grown-up kid, who's getting married, kid doesn't know who their other father is since Jaskier was a bit of a slut when he was younger, and invites some potential daddies to their wedding and unleashes chaos. A/B/O setting, probably.

Geralt and Radovid are obvious choices, but who should be the third candidate?

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #jaskier #geraskier #radskier #yennskier #jaskel #lambskier #valskier #idk what else to tag reblogs are appreciated to feed my insanity #my fic

[evieebun125]

154 | Many ways to carry a bard

Some fun Lambskier holds for @lovefourtydown

[ID: A digital art meme that says “Many Ways To Carry A Bard” and six panels showing varies states of Lambert holding Jaskier. Lambert is a pale man with thinning brown hair and a beard. He is wearing a black leather studded jacket with thick gloves. Jaskier is a tan white man with shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes, he is wearing different color variations of a puffy sleeved shirt and dark trousers. /End ID]

#lambert #jaskier #lambskier #lambert/jaskier #witcher #the witcher #Eviee's art #Eviee's dailies

[bardcore-jaskier]

♡My immortal Jaskier headcanons♡

So here are my headcanons, because I refuse to believe that our ball of sunshine has an expiration date...

So, I know Lauren said that Jaskier not aging in the show was just a filming mistake, something they simply forgot to do and on a completely logical level I am fully aware that in canon Jaskier is completely human, 100%. And I also know that they're not gonna change it, no matter how much some of us may wish they did (Although why not? They already strayed so far from the books and made so many changes, might as well go the extra mile)

Realistic-ish headcanons:

- Jaskier is part elf, perhaps quarter elf like Yennefer, it is an entirely justifiable headcanon, theoretically, Jaskier's human father could have married a half elf commoner woman (who may or may not have had the pointy tips on her ears cut off with a knife to avoid human prejudice)

- Jaskier has a fae ancestor, somewhere many many generations back in his ancestry, so his entire family is suspiciously long lived but nobody cares because Lettenhove isn't politically important and therefore doesn't catch the attention of the prejudiced Nobles farther up the royal court chain.

- Jaskier unintentionally drinks the same elixir mages/sorcerers drink to prolong their life. I read that chaos wielders don't have naturally long lifespans, they semi-regularly drink an elixir with mandrake roots in it to slow the aging process. According to Witcher Wiki, you can only buy mandrake root in Lindenvale and my headcanon is that Jaskier experiments with many different tea blends to see which one is more effective for soothing his throat after singing. So at the age of 29-30, he wanders into Lindenvale and buys some dried mandrake to make a tea, after one sip he felt more rejuvenated than ever and since that day, mandrake root tea has become his number one go-to, he drinks it as often as he can.

More fanfic centric, less canon possible headcanons:

- Jaskier is a Dryad. (Yayyy trans Jaskier headcanon) Since Lettenhove is so tiny, it isn't even on the Witcher continent map, but a simple Google search says that it is Located somewhere in Kerack. Kerack borders with Brokilon, so it's kind of a nifty little loophole for fanfic writers to use and place Lettenhove somewhere near the forests where Dryads live.

And while most Dryads treat any man that enters their realm as a mere sperm donor, Witcher Wiki does also mention that some Dryads can form emotional relationships and fall in love with humans and/or elves, but in the end, all Dryad born offspring is AFAB. So imagine this, Jaskier's father falls in love with a Dryad, she falls in love with him, they have Jaskier, Jaskier notices early on that he feels like a boy and his rich Viscount father hires a mage to help Jaskier transition early.

- Jaskier is a higher vampire, higher vampires are a HIGHLY secretive society, even in canon, part of the reason why even Witchers have so little information about them is because they prefer to hide in plain sight and are ridiculously good at it. Jaskier doesn't age, has no self-preservation instincts, doesn't buy a horse and yet still keeps up with Geralt on foot for 20 years. Jaskier's personality isn't fake, he doesn't act like someone else, it's all him, but his clumsiness is a little bit of an act, he also purposefully avoids physical fights, it comes across as fear of getting hurt but in reality it's because he's afraid of appearing too strong and exposing himself. Lettenhove doesn't appear on maps, because it doesn't exist legally, it's just a castle hidden in the woods, a safe place for higher vampires, kinda like Kaer Morhen is for Witchers, Jaskier's parents just happen to be the ones who run it.

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[quickficss]

You Don’t Scare Me

I WANT LAMBERT TO BE COMFORTED AND CARED FOR GOD DAMN IT. THATS IT. THATS THE FIC.

Implied Lambert/Jaskier|Dandelion (and implied geraskier) as well as some family dynamic with the other wolves. Hurt/Comfort. 1,414 words. AO3

It was a shit day. A shit day at the end of a shit week, which was at the end of a shit month, which was at the end of a shit year, which was arguably at the end of a shit fucking life. It was all shit, and he was angry about it. anyone would be if they were in his shoes.

His brothers got everything. The fame, the respect, the women and men, everything. He had something once, someone. But he lost him as soon as he let him in.

It was the anniversary of Aidens death, and Lambert wasn’t handling it well. The first half of the day was spent in his room, destroying anything and everything he could get his hands on, and the second half of the day was spent throwing bombs into the lake while screaming. Or maybe crying. It was probably both if he was being honest with himself, which he was never going to be.

Now he felt like a shell. The only thing he felt all day was anger and grief, but now he felt nothing. It was late, around dinner or a little after that. His brothers and Jaskier were in the main hall probably drinking and laughing, unaware of his pain. They didn’t care. No one did.

At least, so he thought.

“There you are” a voice called to him from behind. a melodramatic voice that was unnaturally quiet, compared to the ballads he constantly belted out. Turning his head, Lambert saw the bard standing there, his hands clasped behind his straight back, his loud outfit especially offensive to his eyes in this dim lighting. He growled deep in his throat like a wild animal prepared to back up his bark with a bite. This only earned a roll of the bard's blue eyes.

“Hush now, Lamb.” He lightly scolded with a smile, making his way over without hesitance or fear. “There’s no need to act like that. Come and drink with me and your family, huh? You’ve been down all day.”

“What would you know?!” The witcher snapped, moving his shoulder away from the bard's open hand. “I have every right to be upset! You don’t know anything about me or what I’ve been through, so don’t fucking pretend that you do!”

The bard frowned, lowering his hand to his side as he looked up at the wolf. Lambert noticed that he didn’t smell of fear or disdain or even annoyance, but heartache.

“Lambert” Jaskier began, carefully stepping closer to the cornered wolf, not because he was afraid of being bitten but afraid he would scare lambert off. “Geralt... he told me what happened... he told everyone. Not Yen or Ciri obviously, but he told the people you... see the most often. The people who are here.” A blinding rage caused Lambert's vision to see red. How dare Geralt go behind his back to tell everyone of something so personal, something he trusted him with the knowledge of? He clenched his hands into fists, which caught Jaskiers attention.

“Don’t misunderstand!” Jaskier quickly added, putting his hands up in a stop position with an anxious smile. “He didn’t give any details or even names. He just told us that you had lost someone a couple of years ago to the day and that's why every time this date comes around you get... moody.” The bard winced at his own wording, probably aiming for something more gentle or poetic. The youngest witcher growled again before crossing his arms.

“So what?  Are you here to mock me? Poke fun at me? Call me weak? Because I’m warning you now, I’m not in the fucking mood.”

“Gods no! Do I really come across as such a heartless bastard?” Jaskier exclaimed as he brought a hand up to his chest. Lambert couldn’t help the crooked smile that rose to his lips, which earned a huff and a muttered “Don’t answer that” from the bard. Rubbing a hand across his face, the younger man continued. “Lamb, I hate to see you like this, we all do. Just join us for a couple of pints, a few rounds of cards, whatever you want. We haven’t seen you all day and... we’re concerned.”

Lambert scoffed as he turned on his heel and began marching down the hall again. “Thank you but no thank you, I’m perfectly fine on my own, now get lost before I- Ack!” The man was stopped in his tracks when two arms suddenly wrapped around his torso, refusing to let go. He heard Jaskier coming up from behind him obviously, he just wasn’t expecting... that. “You don’t scare me, you fucking asshole,” Jaskier said, his words muffled from Lambert's shirt. “You are coming to be with us and that's final. It’s not good to process grief alone. Please let us...” he trailed off for a moment, “... let me help you.”

Something about the way Jaskier sounded so genuine, the way the smell of compassion rolled off of him in waves, caused Lambert to suddenly stop his train of thought. Jaskier tightened his grip around the man's chest, fist curling around the front of his shirt.

“Please” was all Jaskier had to add before Lambert caved. He could feel his eyes sting but quickly brought his hands up to wipe stray tears before the bard was any the wiser. “Fine.”

He followed the bard into the main hall, where his brothers and Vesemir sat waiting with an extra mug of mead spiked with white gull for him. It seemed as though this was planned. Thankfully, no one forced him to say anything, no one even brought it up. It was only when he was good and drunk when Vesemir draped a thin blanket over his shivering form, did he break. He of course didn’t say anything about his and Aiden's relationship explicitly, but the looks he received as he was drunkenly ranting and raving about the Cat witchers food preferences told him that they knew.

He didn’t even realize he was crying until a good three seconds after he started smelling the salt. He cringed at that fact, as it only brought to light how inferior his reflexes were compared to his brothers.

Despite all that, no one condemned him. No one made him out to feel weak or pathetic, they only listened and offered comforting words. He was also pretty sure Geralt let him win at Gwent on purpose, but he was too happy about the fact he finally beat the white wolf to care.

When the hour was late, or rather early in the morning, it was only him, the bard, and the bard’s muse. Geralt and Jaskier exchanged looks that the youngest wolf couldn’t quite read, but after what seemed like a staring match Geralt stood up and patted Lambert on the shoulder before leaving to go to bed.

And then there were two.

“... do you want me to write a ballad about him?” Jaskier voiced gently.

“No... Yes. I mean- fuck, I don’t know.” Lambert slurred, staring at the bottom of his mug.

“You should head to bed. It’s late and you had a long day.” The bard smiled at him from across the table. Lambert's mouth and throat became dry. He had the realization that he didn’t want to be left alone just yet, but he knew the human was probably tired. He wasn’t sure how long humans should stay awake, he never had one to take care of as Geralt did, but he was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to stay awake as long as Jaskier had.

“Could you...” Lambert began, tripping over his tongue, “I mean, can you... I just... I don’t....” He could feel himself getting flustered as he watched Jaskier’s grin grow, his cornflower eyes filling with mirth. “Could you just... spend the night with me? Not to do anything! I just don’t...” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Sure” was not the answer he was expecting. They walked to Lambert’s room in silence, and the wolf learned four things that night.

1. Jaskier slept in his briefs

2. Jaskier was surprisingly buff under all that puffy fabric

3. Jaskier’s feet were cold

and 4. He fell asleep much easier when he was accompanied by the gentle smell of chamomile.

Jaskier wasn’t an Aiden. He realized he still needed time to heal. Maybe next winter, however, he could ask Geralt how open the relationship was.

#I wrote this at 12 in the morning btw #I was sad today can you tell? #jaskier/lambert #lambert witcher #the witcher fanfic #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher hurt/comfort #lambskier #jaskier x lambert #lambert x jaskier #the witcher #kaer morons #kaer morhen family #all my bitches love lambert

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

Looking for a fic for someone else!

Jaskier meets one of the Witchers (likely either Lambert or Eskel) and ends up befriending them, he stays at their safe house cottage. There may have been chickens and maybe a goat? The cottage might get burned down by anti-Witcher people near the end.

Heard back from the searcher!!! The great @221birl1823 found it!! It's Too Much by Kalaratri!

#the witcher #jaskier #eskel #lambert #kaer morons #jaskier x eskel #jaskier x lambert #jaskel #lambskier #lost fic #found fic

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

🌹

From my Fandom Trumps Hate Bombard omegaverse fic:

Outside the cave is pitch black; all he can see is darkness and a wall of snow. Are those footsteps he hears, or just the beating of his own heart? Is that the flapping of a cloak, or branches rustling? Is that someone breathing, or is it the wind? Out of the darkness, a figure looms in the mouth of the cave. Jaskier draws back. “Jaskier? What the fuck?” It takes him a moment to recognize the voice. Lambert. He hasn’t seen Geralt’s prickliest younger brother in years—he wasn’t at Kaer Morhen the last time Jaskier wintered with the Wolf School a few years ago—but the sound of his voice still leeches some of the tension out of Jaskier’s shoulders. “Heat,” he manages to say around his chattering teeth. “Yeah, I know. Everything in ten fucking miles probably fucking knows. What happened? Where the fuck is Geralt?” Jaskier just shakes his head. He doesn’t want to go into the whole sordid tale right now. He would rather bury his face into Lambert’s neck, soak up his warmth and inhale that glorious alpha scent. Only the knowledge that Lambert would most likely shove him away stops him. The witcher never responded to Jaskier’s flirtations on either of their previous meetings; there’s no reason to think he would welcome having Jaskier drape himself all over him now.

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