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migraine-sky · 2 years
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this year's mermay WIP, idk why am I even trying anymore
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spilledbutter · 1 year
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it's not jaskier as a merman if he's not tempting unwitting sailors to trip and fall into the ocean by flashing his tits
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thedemonofcat · 1 month
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Merman Geralt, who, after hearing Jaskier sing, becomes convinced that Jaskier must be a fellow merman who is cursed to be human.
Mermaids and mermans show love by singing. When Geralt heard Jaskier singing, he almost instantly fell in love.
So, Naturally, Geralt keeps trying to bring Jaskier back to the water.
Meanwhile, Jaskier has no idea why the good-looking fishman keeps trying to drag him into the water. But if he’s being honest, he’s kind of into it
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artistsfuneral · 11 months
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Jaskier found something. Not sure what it is but it's cool!
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beli-heart · 8 months
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Mer jaskier, dreamy, pretty that he is.🫧✨
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gothiethefairy · 1 year
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any fanfic about jaskier being connected to the ocean somehow is always an automatic "good shit this is good shit right here!!" for me
we all took jaskier's pleads to go to the coast by heart and i love that about us.
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rauchendesgnu · 2 years
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Mermay‘s almost over but I had to do one drawing. I can’t draw water.
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Jaskier edit #4 - Merman
"The Fishmonger's Daughter, Ba Ba. The Fishmonger's Daughter, Ba Ba Ba!"
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ficsforfundota · 2 years
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Surprising the Campers - Witcher Summer Camp Day 5 SFW prompt fill Swim
Jaskier smiled big as Yennefer approached him before the days activity. “Jaskier, I need your help with something special today.”
“What exactly can I help you with?” Jaskier asked with a grin.
“Well,” she began, “since you’re the newest counselor this year and the kids have yet to go swimming with you I was thinking you could go in the water a bit before the kids go swimming and wear something special.”
“What’s this special swim suit?” He asked. She grinned and pulled out a mermaid tail. It was pretty and blue green. “Is that a mermaid tail?”
“The little ones would love it, we can come up with an elaborate story for them about how when you’re wet you don’t always turn into a mer. It’s like a special occasion thing because you’re only half mermaid.”
Jaskier nodded. “I can do that. Give it here.” She smiled and nodded to him. He sat in his tent wiggling it on till he finished. “This look right?”
She stepped in and smiled. “They’re going to love this. The little ones especially.”
He smirked. “Now… how am I to get ti the lake as a fish man?”
“Merman,” she corrected with a giggle. “I’ll go get one of the boys to carry you.”
Jaskier stiffened a bit. All three of the brothers were attractive. While Lambert and Eskel were attractive he specifically found Geralt the most attractive and the one he was watching in hopes of a further relationship.
Eskel stepped in. “Well seems I found myself a catch.” He laughed with a big smile on his face. He hoisted Jaskier up and carried him towards the lake. “Ready fishy?”
Jaskier nodded his face red as Eskel plopped him into the lake. Jaskier practiced his swimming in the tail but he was a natural. “You have one of these at home?” Lambert asked stepping beside his brother to watch the fake merman.
“If I said I did would you be surprised?” Jaskier asked eyeing his team counterpart. Lambert shook his head.
“Not after the things I’ve heard you say or the way you do some stuff it wouldn’t.” Lambert remarked.
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” Jaskier called back with a laugh in his voice as he swam about the lake. “The kids are going to love this.”
Lambert only nodded. “I think someone else will too.” Eskel whispered to Lambert. Lambert laughed, the two had observed their brother Geralt watching the new counselor with heart eyes and reddened cheeks.
Jaskier was splashing when he heard the kids coming. He sat up on the dock and the younger group b-lined for him. Their youngest camper, Ciri, jumped into his arms. He chucked and held her tightly.
“You’re a mermaid!” She exclaimed. He nodded and hugged her as Geralt came around the corner with the older group. He stopped dead seeing Jaskier looking the way he did while holding onto his adopted child.
He cleared his throat and followed the group towards him. Yennefer stood up with a smile her swimsuit body fitting but beautiful.
“Now kids, we need to help keep Jaskier’s secret. He is half mermaid, that also means he doesn’t always turn into a mermaid when he swims. It-“
“It’s a special thing I can control,” Jaskier smiled, “because I’m half mermaid on my mothers side.” He looked up at her with sparkling blue eyes.
“So throwing water balloons at you won’t make you turn?” An eight year old asked.
Jaskier laughed out loud. “No kiddo, it won’t. I have to prepare for it. Spend at least an hour in the water before transformation and I have to be calm and relaxed. So water balloons and squirt guns won’t just force a change.”
A few or the more mischievous kids groaned, they wanted to see how many popsicles they could offer Lambert to throw an unsuspecting Jaskier in the water to see if her would turn.
One child mumbled. “H20 just add water is a joke. Mermaids don’t just turn when wet, what about washing your hands?”
Yennefer snickered hearing them grumble.
“Alright now into the water! Let’s go swim!”
The kids all jumped in. Jaskier swam about beside them, going below surface and returning with rocks and the like. “Convincing merman isn’t he?” Eskel asked his white haired brother who was watching him with big eyes.
“I mean yeah for the kids.” Geralt muttered his eyes never leaving Jaskier’s frame.
“Cute isn’t he?”
“You think he’s attractive?” Geralt asked worried he would have to fend his brother off from his forming crush.
“I mean he’s cute. A hottie in a mermaid tail, good with kids. Sings and plays guitar like a muse. Who wouldn’t find him adorable.”
Geralt grunted. “He’s kind and sweet. Good heart.”
“I knew it.” Eskel chuckled. “You do have a crush.”
“Do not.” Geralt grunted.
“Do too!” Eskel shouted pushing his shoulder. The two began to push one another back and forth until Lambert joined in and both Eskel and Lambert picked Geralt up. “Why don’t you go swim with your new boyfriend!”
Geralt yelped as he was thrown in the lake with a splash. The brothers sat side by side arms crossed as Geralt resurfaced his hair plastered to his face. “Go get him wolfy.” Lambert laughed as they pointed towards Jaskier who was giving the kids rides on his back.
Yennefer was smiling big, she was glad the tail didn’t fit her like she had planned. Jaskier was a great addition to their team.
Geralt watched him with wonder as the kids laughed and clung to him. Even the older group of kids were interested in the tail regardless if they believed the story or not.
Geralt was flustered. He lined Jaskier a lot but this was only week two of camp. He didn’t know if he could confess his love to him while he was dressed as a mermaid. Ciri swam up to Geralt her floaties keeping her upright. “Jaskier is so pretty.” She said with a big gap toothed smile. Geralt grinned at the six year old and pulled her into him.
“You’re right Ciri he is.”
For @witchersummercamp
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migraine-sky · 2 years
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mer!Jaskier for this year's mermay
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bluedillylee · 10 months
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Fanart of To Become the Water’s Foam
“He had gills. There, on his neck, below his jaw, were delicate, green-edged gills. That was why his hair seemed to be that funny greenish tone. That was why his skin seemed that strange colour, and why his eyes seemed to have shifted colour to green, too. It wasn’t the reflection of the light off the water making him see things. That was why Jaskier was singing that same mer dialect that the mermaid Sh’eenaz used: for some reason, Yennefer’s magic orb had put a Jaskier here who was a merman.”
this fanfic has such an interesting twist on the Mer-Jaskier idea. There’s also wonderfully complex Yenralt and Geraskier. Seriously go read it!
@jackironsidesfic
also posted on Ao3
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dapandapod · 3 months
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Geralt works in an aquarium, near the biggest fish tank.
Jaskier is a newly hired mermaid performer
Geralt was not told about this
In my dreams, it's still Mermay 2023. Husshhh time is fake. ANYWAY here it is! Thank you @magdelanesingerin helping me beta read <3 and thank you Ella-la for the prompt! It was a lot of fun! Please enjoy <3 On Ao3 here
Technically, Geralt does not work with humans. As in, he’s not there to provide care to humans.
Most of his coworkers are human, yes, but that is not the point. He did not start working here to serve people stale sandwiches and sparkling water.
Geralt knows every inch of the aquarium, knows every work position available.
He knows how to do everything, despite actually being there for the more excotic species of aquatic animals, usually with many teeth. Pros and Cons of working with the family, he supposes.
The years he has spent out in the field and all the late nights he worked with his doctor's thesis, all the scars from times he spent crawling through knee deep water that stank of sulfur and decay, only to find his arm swallowed to the elbow by something very small with big hubris-- all of that is put to perfect use as he wraps yet another dry, overpriced sandwich, or scoops yet another ice cream.
The reason he actually stays, despite the screaming children and the sweating parents and the bored teenagers and the entitled grandparents and the weird work tasks he gets assigned, is the way a young girl's face lights up when Geralt holds up a frog, big enough for him to have to use both hands.
Or the way the sullen teen beams when one of their rare giant butterflies lands on their hands. Or when he can hold an audience captive while showing them something new and exciting and incredibly nerdy about his sharks.
Geralt loves his sharks.
Due to every summer reason ever, Geralt has sadly been called away from his animal related daytime tasks to cover shifts where their usual summer employees are out sick. Which seems to be most of this month.
Where he stands right now, in the very small and very understaffed little kiosk, he has an excellent view of the shark tank, at least. As the aquarium has grown in popularity, so has their shark tank, his pride and joy.
Coën had explained to him excitedly that their new tank would have a much bigger viewing area, and seating area, almost like a little theater. To allow for future opportunities, he had said, and Geralt thought of the way he would be allowed to show off his beauties through the window and almost got excited himself.
It is unusually crowded today, and a lot of people are gathering around the viewing area and are chattering.
It's so loud, their voices bouncing around the room and amplifying, and it's hard to hear the woman in front of him inexplicably order their largest latte and a lactose free cheese sandwich.
Luckily, Milva is coming in soon to cover the rest of the shift, so Geralt can finally get back behind the tanks, out of sight of all the people.
But before he can, the clock strikes one, music blares through the speakers the speakers, and one of the employees he knows from birthday parties steps out with a microphone. It makes Geralt frown, because this is new.
Usually, the show around the big tank would involve a kid friendly lesson about the fish and aquatic animals in their tank, sometimes accompanied by a sweaty Lambert in a mascot suit.
This time, however, there is dreamy music, the lights are lowered even more, and the employee is talking about the magical beings living in the deep, out of sight of human eyes.
See, Geralt is a man of science.
He knows there are mythical and magical things in the depths, having been up close and personal with a few. But this sounds like they are setting up for some kind of misinformed children’s movie.
Which is why Geralt's jaw is somewhere around floor level, when an actual mermaid- wait no, merman, swims up to the glass, waving at the children.
Milva has to elbow him out of the way so she can serve the next customer, while Geralt stares at the Merman flitting around in his beloved shark tank.
The sharks stay clear, because even if the merman's tail is beautiful, it is still striped much like a dragon fish, warning all of them not only with his size, but also with his pattern and coloring, that he is dangerous.
Yet his smile is wide, his claws retracted to tap a smooth fingertip at the glass and wave at the crowd with a webbed hand.
His hair is chestnut brown, matching the pattern riding up along his back, with specks of gold dancing on his skin and in his blue, very blue eyes.
Geralt somehow finds himself by the rail to the seating area, and the merman's eyes lock with his.
As they do, they widen a fraction, and the smile turns into a smirk. The merman winks, and turns, swimming in a pirouetting circle as the employee narrates his movements.
As he swims, the light dances over muscle and bone and scale, the crowd around him making ‘Oooh’ and ‘Aaah’ noises. He is beautiful.
The merman keeps showing off, his many long fins twirling around him like ribbons in the calm water. It is mesmerizing, and as the show is coming to a close, Geralt hurries to the back area and towards the tank.
He gets intercepted by Lambert, of course, who steps in front of him with a shit eating grin spread wide across his smug face.
"Like the new show, did you, pretty boy?" Lambert says, sly eyes watching him.
"I didn't realize we had a new show." Geralt grumbles. "I need to-"
"-Go and ask our new pretty fish boy intrusive questions, yes I know. Just remember he is not a science project."
With a pat on Geralt's shoulder, Lambert walks past him and intothe guest area.
"Oh, and ask him for his number. Literally everybody in the room saw that wink," he throws over his shoulder as he goes.
Geralt feels his ears burn as he moves forward again, because yeah, that wink felt very... yeah. Words fail him, which is a bit unfortunate, seeing as he is just arriving at the stairs to the tank.
Climbing them, he tries to remember what he planned to do in the first place, other than, as Lambert called it, 'ask intrusive questions'.
As he reaches the top of the stairs, the merman is just climbing out of the tank, assisted by Eskel. Once again, Geralt feels his jaw drop, noticing that his tail is now legs.
Long legs. Bare legs, that goes up, up, and lucky for all of them, the rest of the view is quickly hidden by a towel wrapped around a slim waist.
"Figures," he hears Eskel snort, "Jaskier, this is Geralt, our aquatic expert."
They are on separate ends of the room, the tank between them, but the world narrows down to just the two of them.
There is, and always has been, a specific mood to the rooms that houses the the big tanks.
The way the water reflects light, sending it dancing on the walls and ceiling, how it softens shadows, how it can be dark but bright at the same time; Geralt has always did found it a little romantic.
Which isn't something he would ever confess to unless he was swimming in alcohol, or so sleep deprived he didn’tt even know his own name, but it is there, simmering in the back of his mind.
Especially now as he is standing there in the soft, romantic light with a man, who was just a merman, looking back at him as if he has discovered the world anew. He can even pretend that the humming of pumps and gurgling of water filters and dripping of pipes are an orchestra, a symphony to accompany a first meeting.
Alright, that is overdoing it, but still.
Behind Jaskier, Eskel is rolling his eyes so hard his body moves with it.
"Every. Frickin. Time. Jaskier, good job, don't forget to wash off before you get dressed. Let's talk after... after. Later. I do not want to be here right now."
Eskel leaves, patting Jaskier's shoulder, who only nods and waves absently, eyes still fixed at Geralt.
When Eskel is gone, disappearing through another door leading to more, smaller tanks and the food prep area, Geralt finally finds he can move.
It is oddly silent, except for the metallic sound of his shoes hitting the maze of walkways hanging above the tank. He stops, even before he has turned the corner to the final stretch.
"Hi," he manages after a few seconds too long.
The corner of Jaskier's mouth tugs up into a smile, and he reaches for another towel hanging on a hook on the wall.
"Hi," he echoes, his voice just a little raspy. Jaskier wraps the towel around his shoulders, using a corner to dry his hair. "So, you are the Geralt that I have heard so much about."
Geralt blinks. He did not expect people to have mentioned him, but then again, they might actually have warned Jaskier of him.
"Ah. Sorry. I can be uh... less than tactful when something grabs my interest."
Jaskier tilts his head even more and takes a step closer to him.
"So did I? Grab your interest, I mean."
Shit. Fuck. Shit fuck shit.
"I have never met a merman before." Geralt says stiffly, ears burning something fierce, and Jaskier looks amused.
Jaskier steps closer; his feet probably hurt from walking barefoot on the metal grating of the walkway but he doesn't stop until he is close enough to Geralt to stretch out his hand.
"Well then. My name is Jaskier, as you might have gathered. Nice to meet you! Though, I am not full mer, actually."
Interesting.
Geralt shakes his hand, noticing the tips of Jaskier’s fingers are a little rough against the back of his hand.
"Is that why you have... uh..."
"Legs?" Jaskier supplies helpfully. Geralt is still shaking his hand. "In part, yes. Some Mer have a splash of elven blood, granting them the ability to choose."
Geralt should stop shaking his hand. He really should. Their eyes are still locked, and Jaskier is still giving him that amused smile.
"You can stop shaking my hand now," he reminds Geralt, but doesn’t pull his hand back.
"Right. Yes. Right. Sorry." Geralt manages to let go, and is infinitely happy Eskel has left the room, though no doubt Lambert will look at the security footage for later. Shit.
As soon as Geralt manages to break the stare into the man’s eyes, he notices the next problem. Jaskier is pretty much naked, barely covered by the towels, revealing skin, chest hair, and the hint of a tattoo along his ribs and on one thigh.
He wants to ask about that, if it transfers to his fins or not. But as he stares, he also realizes Jaskier is shivering slightly. He's an idiot.
"I uh. Should leave you to get dressed. There is a shower in the changing rooms. Uhm. Can I get you a coffee or something? Later?"
Jaskier smiles that amused smile of his while Geralt is kicking himself internally. Words never were his thing, no, but this is ridiculous.
"As in bring me a coffee, or drink a coffee together with me?"
"Whichever you are comfortable with. Sorry, I am not making a good impression here."
"You are very cute, if that helps." Jaskier says, and Geralt blinks, stunned.
When he fails to reply, Jaskier pulls his towel tighter around himself, and nods.
"Right. So, I'll go shower, and we’ll pretend I never said that. And I'll see you later. For coffee."
Jaskier’s ears are slightly red, and Geralt wants to pretend it’s from their conversation, not from being cold.
Geralt nods, and flees before he can put his foot in his mouth any further, and only after he is half way down the stairs does he realize that he forgot to ask if Eskel showed Jaskier where the changing rooms are.
Too late now, he absolutely won’t go back and risk walking in on a very naked Jaskier. Nope.
When Geralt steps into the public area again, the crowds are slowly thinning out, now that the show is over.
Parents are herding kids towards bathrooms and other viewing areas, and Geralt decides that he needs to find something just a little better than the staff room coffee machine.
It feels a little cheap to go with the aquarium café, and he realizes he doesn't even know how Jaskier likes his coffee. Geralt himself has a sweet tooth, and very few ever believe that at first sight.
He decides to stand and awkwardly waits until Jaskier comes back out.
He manages to work himself up as he waits, overthinking until he’s standing there frowning and glaring at the wall when Jaskier emerges at last.
Quirking an eyebrow, Jaskier hoists his dufflebag a bit higher on his shoulder.
"You good?"
"Hmm. What kind of coffee do you like?" Geralt asks, before he can say something dumb.
"Black as tar, so anything is good." Jaskier smiles. See? You never know what to expect, even with sunshine incarnated.
Geralt nods, and leads the way to the little kiosk where he was working just a few, life-changing minutes before. .
Milva smiles gleefully at Geralt when it's their turn, and hands them a coffee black as tar, and for Geralt, coffee with milk and three sugar cubes.
Instead of sitting down, they put away Jaskier's bag and wander around the aquarium. It turns out he never had the chance to look around before diving in for his first show.
Geralt tries to not ask all the intrusive questions bubbling up in his head, his scientific curiosity temporarily pushed down by the way Jaskier coos at tiny crabs and little fishes in weird shapes and colors.
At last, Jaskier informs him that he can't stay any longer, that he has band practice after his show, and should have gone already.
"But I'll see you again, Geralt," Jaskier promises with a smile. "Next week. Unless you want to grab a bite sometime?"
Jaskier's ears are red again, and Geralt can feel his own face getting warm.
"I'd like that," he mumble, and Jaskier beams. They exchange numbers, just in case Geralt had anything else to ask.
Not one minute after Jaskier leaves, waving over his shoulder, Lambert is on him.
"Getting some tail, are you, pretty boy?" Lambert grins, and Geralt elbows him away.
"If you say anything ever again, I'll show Aiden all your drunk texts," he threatens, which he knows will only work for a few days.
Geralt risks sending a text that same night, and Jaskier replies only a few minutes after.
They have a lunch scheduled in a few days, and Geralt doesn't dare call it a date, not yet, no matter what Eskel says.
When Geralt goes to sleep later that night, he dreams of blue eyes, of chestnut brown and gold specks glimmering in the underwater light.
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thedemonofcat · 2 months
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So, everyone’s heard of Non-Human Jaskier.
There’s elf-Jaskier
Fae Jaskier
Siren/merman Jaskier
Nymbh Jaskier
Dragon Jaskier
Seen after few others, but now I raise you
Eldritch abomination, Jaskier.
He’s just currently chosen to walk around as a human Bard for the fun of it
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itsmajel · 2 years
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Majel Reads - January 2022
The Witcher - Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier
[What is this?]
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come to light by leaveanote
( @ welcomemysentence )
“It feels,” Geralt says slowly, “like you’re still trying to prove your worth to me.”
Jaskier laughs nervously, even though something hollow twists in his gut.
“Can you blame me? Old habits, I suppose—”
“No,” Geralt cuts in, sitting up. “I can’t blame you. But I’d like to break those habits.”
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Healing takes effort and tenderness.
technically the sequel to something healing, but can be read as a standalone.
Part 2 of something healing
[Explicit] [2,806] [Read on AO3 here]
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Sprung by valley-of-renfri (santamonicayachtclub)
( @valley-of-renfri)
Geralt is a bit bewildered when Jaskier strolls into the lake, boots and all, but only a bit.
[Explicit] [5,489] [Read on AO3 here]
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to make you enough for yourself by asweetepilogue
( @asweetprologue)
Before their first night together, there are some things Jaskier needs to tell Geralt about his reputation as an experienced lover.
[Teen And Up Audiences] [1,174] [Read on AO3 here]
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someone to hold and be held by by murron
When an enemy from his Sandpiper days catches up to him, Jaskier decides to protect his friends by leaving Kaer Morhen without saying goodbye. This does not go down well with Geralt. It also plunges Jaskier into a shitload of trouble.
Racing against time to find Jaskier and bring him home, Geralt finally figures out what Jaskier means to him. But will he be able to show Jaskier how important he is? Or did he miss his chance?
[Explicit] [14,998] [Read on AO3 here]
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another angle on the same subject by haysel
Jaskier had opened the door, so he decided to step through. “I think it’s been proven that I do understand when it’s time to walk away.”
Geralt was quiet for a moment longer. “What are you saying? Are you saying that you’re leaving?”
Jaskier glanced over at him. “Yes. I just need to figure out where I’m going.”
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A few weeks after the incident with the deathless mother, Jaskier leaves Kaer Morhen
[Mature] [12,965] [Read on AO3 here]
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tomorrow, i'll be brave by who_tf_cares
Jaskier doesn't know where he belongs here.
ft. jaskier and yennefer friendship, an overuse of the word 'fuck' and all its conventions, and my unhealthy obsession with joey batey/the amazing devil.
[Teen And Up Audiences] [3,405] [Read on AO3 here]
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oh, the waves. by a_static_world
( @astaticworld)
The shove comes to his chest hard, the force of a Witcher who does not know nor care the limitations of the human ribcage behind it. The words land harder. “Just one big, happy family, eh?” “No.”
[General Audiences] [5,724] [Read on AO3 here]
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blue by d-andilion (irnhero)
( @d-andilion)
Geralt comes across a curious little creature that he just can't shake (not that he wants to).
[Teen And Up Audiences] [11,810] [Read on AO3 here]
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Never Heard It Singing by didoandis
They’re walking home from school when Ciri stops him, her hand tugging at his sleeve. “Hey, wait, look!” she says, and Geralt turns to see a notice pinned to the streetlight: one of those hopeful ones, the words a little faded, the strips at the bottom curling upwards.
It reads: Lessons from a music postgrad, 15 crowns/hour, any age, any skill level, almost any instrument! Call Jaskier.
Ciri’s looking up at him, doing the wide pleading eyes that he is irritatingly susceptible to. “Can I?” she says. “Please, Geralt?”
A witcher hiding from the world meets a man hiding from himself. It works out well for both of them, eventually.
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It Started With Fish Heads by Prudabaga
( @helloprudabagastuff)
Geralt, a merman, courts Jaskier using traditional merfolk customs. Jaskier thinks he’s being punked.
[Teen And Up Audiences] [8,875] [Read on AO3 here]
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true love's kiss by leodesic
( @leodesic)
Jaskier attracts curses like flies to honey. Fortunately, Geralt is an expert in lifting curses.
Approximately 5 + 1 things.
[Mature] [9,105] [Read on AO3 here]
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some good mistakes by some_stars
( @some-stars)
If Geralt were allowed to have a favorite part of Jaskier, it would certainly be his hands.
[Explicit] [7,287] [Read on AO3 here]
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etdraconis · 1 month
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Updated Muse List
Italics denotes tertiary/low muse, * denotes request only
Dragon Age Canons:
Cremisius Aclassi
Anders
Zevran Araini
Blackwall
Eleanor Cousland
Fergus Cousland
Fenris
Bethany Hawke
Carver Hawke
Nathaniel Howe
Thomas Howe
Anora Mac Tir
Loghain Mac Tir
Josephine Montilyet
Dorian Pavus
Cassandra Pentaghast
Cullen Rutherford
Varric Tethras
Alistair Theirin
Cailan Theirin
Maric Theirin
Varric Tethras
Dragon Age OCs:
Arden Aclassi
Hissera Adaar
Sereda Aeducan
August Amell
Elizabeth Amell
Julian Amell
Oliver Amell
Rosalie Amell
Pyke Brosca
Macaria Cadash
Amara Cousland
Brennon Cousland
Lauryl Cousland
Victoire Ducet
Enya
Callum Hawke
Kenton Hawke
Leanore Hawke
Hava Lavellan
Lorcan
Theron Mahariel
Kalva Sabrae
Alim Surana
Aurelia Tabris
Rowan Theirin
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kueble · 2 years
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hello kate, my favorite mermay writer! may i request mer jaskier who has (nonsexually) sensitive fins and likes to have them pet, by eskel maybe? thank you!! (it's peter btw)
Thanks for the prompt, Peter! I hope this is what you had in mind. Written as part of the @thepassifloradiscord MerMay event.
Gen. Warnings: none. 1,300 words.
Eskel & Jaskier (background Geraskier)
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Eskel side-eyes the bard, trying to figure out what might be wrong with him. They’ve been traveling together a couple of weeks now, because Geralt had insisted someone accompany him on the way to a bardic festival in Cidaris, but Geralt himself was called away on a favor he owed to Triss. He left explicit instructions on how to handle Jaskier while he was away, but Eskel isn’t sure if this is a too little food, too much silence, or too much walking situation.
Fuck it. He isn’t good at subterfuge, anyway.
“You seem off,” he says, his words causing Jaskier to stumble over his own feet. He reaches out and stops him from falling over, and to his surprise Jaskier sighs and leans into his hold. This is definitely not something Geralt covered.
“Sorry Eskel,” Jaskier says, straightening up and taking a step back. “Got lost in my head. Won’t happen again. Shall we?” he asks, gesturing at the road in front of them. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes, though, and Eskel won’t have Geralt thinking he neglected his bard.
“Seriously,” he says softly, doing his best to make his face look gentle. It’s not hard, because he isn’t just doing this for shits and giggles. He cares about Jaskier. They all do at this point. All the wolves have adopted him as one of their one, ever since that first winter Geralt brought him home to stay. “What is bothering you?”
“It’s stupid.”
“Not what I asked,” Eskel presses, and Jaskier lifts his head to meet his gaze.
“You’re all so fucking stubborn,” he says, chuckling lightly. “Fine. It’s been so long since I’ve seen Geralt and I’m…missing the comfort of his touch. Nothing sexual, mind you, just used to being held and touched a lot more than I have been.”
“Is this a bard thing?” Eskel asks, brow wrinkling as he tries to connect the dots. Images of puppy piles of bards float through his mind, but Jaskier just snorts and shakes his head.
“It’s a mer thing. We’re a very cuddly people,” he answers with a small smile. It’s not much, but he looks better than he did a minute ago, and Eskel can work with that.
“There was a lake not far back, maybe half an hour. We can backtrack and take a break there. You can shift and stretch out, and I’ll do whatever you need me to,” he says, and Jaskier lights up at his words.
“I don’t want to be a bother,” he offers, but Eskel waves him off.
“Taking care of my brothers is never a bother,” he admits, grinning wide when Jaskier picks up on his choice of words. Because yes, Jaskier is first and foremost Geralt’s bard, but he’s a part of their little pack now, too. The walk to the lake is uneventful, but as soon as they get there Jaskier tosses down his pack and starts stripping, nearly tripping over himself to get into the lake. Eskel snorts, choking down laughter as he watches him run bare-assed into the chilly water. It reminds him of when he was younger, before life on the path, when they were all just rowdy boys playing games.
He is slower to undress, but it’s mostly because he always gets so distracted by Jaskier when he shifts. It’s nothing like the cruel looking transformation of a werewolf - which is something he’d never like to witness again, thank you very much - but one moment Jaskier has legs and then the next they’re replaced with a swirl of water and a bunch of flashy fins.
Eskel had never met a merman before Jaskier, but he’d fought plenty of sirens. He half expected Jaskier to look feral when he changed, but his upper half hardly differed at all. No wings or claws, not even fangs popped out. Besides the gills on the sides of his neck, he still looked human from the waist up. His fins were extraordinary, though. He had one long tail, but there were smaller fan-type fins coming off of it, and when he swam they billowed around him. His scales were deep blue and burgundy, and he looked positively otherworldly.
Jaskier says he looks most like a beta fish, but Eskel has never seen one in the wild. Apparently they’re a fighting fish and very territorial, which suits Jaskier well. Eskel has witnessed him take on an entire bar in a brawl while defending his lover. Of course, he and Geralt had to finish up the job, but Jaskier was feisty enough to start it. They’d been run out of town that night and spent the evening telling stories and sharing stolen wine while the campfire blazed. It was great for bonding, if not the reputation of witchers.
“Are you coming?” Jaskier asks, swimming closer to the shore and breaking Eskel’s train of thought.
“Excuse me if I feel a bit weird stripping down for my brother’s lover,” Eskel says with a laugh. Jaskier ducks under the water and comes up, spitting a face-full of water at him before giggling gleefully.
“It’s no different than letting me wash your hair in the hot springs!” he points out. “Besides, I’m naked, too! Just because my prick isn’t out, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” he adds with another giggle.
“We can have an autonomy lesson later. Let’s just get you settled,” Eskel tells him before wading into the water. Jaskier tackles him as soon as he’s deep enough, pulling him into a tight hug and slamming him down onto the sandy bottom of the lake. It’s not deep enough for him to go under, so he ends up sitting in the sand with a very fidgety merman in his lap.
“Just…pet me if you don’t mind?” Jaskier asks softly, and Eskel doesn’t even think to question it. There’s nothing sexual about this, and Jaskier clearly feels afraid to ask for it, even though he needs it.
“Can’t have Geralt accusing me of taking poor care of you, can I?” Eskel asks with a shrug. Jaskier smiles warmly and curls up into his chest, closing his eyes while Eskel tries to figure out how to pet a fully grown man…merman. Whatever.
He ends up treating Jaskier like he would Scorpion, just slowly running a palm down his tail. Jaskier sighs contentedly and doesn’t complain, so Eskel keeps going. It’s actually pretty calming, just sitting in the lake and petting him. The bright scales feel smooth under his hands, and it’s nice to be offering comfort instead of pain with them. Most of his work is tied up with fighting and hurting others, and this is so much the opposite that he can see why Geralt might love it, too.
He doesn’t know how long they sit there, just curled up together while he strokes Jaskier’s tail, but it’s the most relaxed he’s been in ages. Eventually Jaskier lifts his head and offers him a sleepy smile. He squeezes Eskel in one last hug before sliding out of his lap and beaming at him.
“Thank you. I feel so much better now,” he admits, and Eskel grins back at him.
“Good, because I’ve got sand in my ass crack, so it better have been for something,” Eskel quips, and Jaskier laughs so hard he falls back into the water. With a flick of his fins, he sends a wave of water at Eskel, catching him off guard.
And then it’s on.
Jaskier skirts off into the deeper water, but Eskel isn’t far behind. They chase each other across the lake, splashing and wrestling as they go. Eskel is careful not to use his full strength, but the roughhousing has him in a better mood than he has been in days. They spend the rest of the afternoon playing around, and as they set up camp for the night, Eskel thinks Jaskier might just see them as family, too.
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