#thirsty jaskier

[thirstyjaskier]

#jaskier wants you #to drink a glass of water #thirsty jaskier #hydration jaskier #jaskier #stay hydrated #the witcher #witcher #bad edit #witcher s3 #witcher season 3

[two-damn-minutes]

Here's the trailer. I hope someone will screengrap the heck out of eyeliner!Jask...

#thirsty who is thirsty #joey batey #jaskier #the witcher #Youtube

[wearerandomlyyours]

Okay, fess up; which of you thirsty bardfuckers made this.

#the witcher netflix #the witcher #jaskier #dandelion #joey batey #a bit thirsty in here

[avatarskywalker78]

Chapters: 2/?

Fandom: The Witcher (TV)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Eskel (The Witcher) & Original Female Character(s), Jaskier ︱Dandelion & Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) & Original Female Character(s), Eist Tuirseach & Original Female Character(s), Cirilla Fiona Elen Rhiannon & Original Female Characters

Characters: OC: Áine an Tordarroch, Eskel (The Witcher), Jaskier ︱Dandelion, OC: Ksenia, Eist Tuirseach, Calanthe Fiona Rhiannon, Cirilla Fiona Elen Rhiannon, Pavetta (The Witcher), Crach an Craite, Original Characters, Original Animal Character(s), Duny (The Witcher)

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Male-Female Friendship, Female Friendship, Non-Chronological, Families of Choice, The Skellige Isles (The Witcher), Fate & Destiny, Soft Eskel (The Witcher), Insecure Eskel (The Witcher), Immortal Jaskier ︱Dandelion, Human Jaskier ︱Dandelion, This never gets explained, Also he's unaware for a while, Season/Series 01, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hugs, Developing Friendships, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, Book-Canon Eskel, POV Multiple, Áine looking at Eskel like 'is anyone going to befriend him' and not waiting for an answer, Áine befriends three immortals and wonders how this happened, Grief/Mourning, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Series: the warrior, the witcher, the firebird and the bard

Summary: When Áine an Tordarroch starts travelling to the Continent, she doesn't expect to make any friends at all - least of all a Witcher and two bards - and for their part none of them had ever had a friend quite like her. A tale of four very different people across the years, and the growing friendship that binds them together.

#OC: Áine an Tordarroch #Eskel #Jaskier #OC: Ksenia #The Witcher #The Witcher Netflix #the warrior the witcher the firebird and the bard #Thirsty Thursday

[kamensummerpowa]

Thirsty Jaskier 👀 -don't copy or repost without credit-

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt di rivia #geralt of rivia #geralt z rivii #geralt #dandelion x geralt #geralt x jaskier #geralt x dandelion #jaskier x geralt #the witcher netflix #the witcher memes #jaskier #jaskier dandelion #dandelion #julian alfred pankratz #boy love #geralt x jaskier fanart #the witcher fanart #gerlion #digital art #digital fanart #the witcher 2 #witcher #witcher geralt #the witcher geralt #the witcher jaskier #the witcher dandelion

[thedemonofcat]

When Jaskier was a small child, he somehow managed to earn a spot at being favoured by a God. This God, in particular, will often go to great lengths to keep Jaskir alive and happy.

Whenever Jaskier is hungry, the trees would sprout fruit for him to eat, or it would start raining whenever Jaskier is thirsty

The time that Jaskier first decided to travel with Geralt, he was gifted an internal youth in order to stay at the side of the Witcher.

There had even been a time when Jaskier was given the power to shapeshift after being kidnapped by some unsavoury folk. This came as a surprise since Jaskier doesn't appear to have any chaos in his blood

Many people, some common folk and many mages, have tried to figure out why Jaskier is so beloved by a God, but none have figured it out so far.

#the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #the witcher #joey batey #jaskier the witcher #henry cavill #the witcher jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #fic ideas #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

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

Wild idea: Fairies like Jaskier and tend to silently watch him. So of course, some are on that mountain, see everything happen, take Great Offense to Geralt, and decide to torment a witcher.

Now, obviously, they can't physically attack a witcher. It takes a significant amount of their Luck to keep him from noticing them in the first place.

So they cause illusions and hallucinations. As Geralt walks down the mountain, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jaskier falling off the side. But every time he turns to save him, nothing is there.

He doesn't stop to rest until he's off the mountain. Every time he slows, he is overcome with the sense that he is being hunted, and his only option is to run away.

As he sets up camp, he hears Jaskier screaming, but there's no other sign of life. He hasn't smelt so much as a rabbit since he yelled at Jaskier. And when he follows the screams, there is still nothing.

He wakes to the sound of a fiend tearing flesh and the smell of Jaskier's blood. He manages to find the fiend, but there's no evidence that there was ever another person. And while eating fiend meat will make the next few days even more miserable, it's also the first somewhat digestible thing he's encountered in over a week. All the plants are either too diseased, rotted, or toxic to eat, no water source, not even morning dew, and there still being no sign of animal life.

He keeps walking, unable to see that he's walking in circles. Any time he strays from where they want him, he finds Jaskier's body in a worse state than the last time. And every time he approaches the body, it fades away.

If he tries to ignore it, the body will come alive and beg for him to please help, at least kill him himself instead of leaving him to suffer like this. No matter where Geralt goes, Fake Jaskier's cries just get louder until he complies. He's lost count of how many times he's snapped his friend's neck.

The fairies are amused in that way of theirs. They can't kill a witcher outright, but they can manipulate his senses and keep him tired, hungry, thirsty, and filled with dread for the friend he pushed away.

Maybe, if he's lucky, the bard or his sorceress will find and forgive him.

But most likely, he'll experience a witcher's retirement long before then.

#geralt of rivia #whump? #whump #horror? #horror #listen the fay are scary #the witcher #jaskier

[0dde11eth]

5  times Geralt had to save Jaskier from a cult. And one time he had to save a cult from Jaskier

1. Jaskier joins a special choir! No its people worshiping sirens. The final test of faith is they get fed to said sirens.

2. Group of astronomers. They think that Melitele is going to take them on a flying boat and take them on a trip amongst the stars. No they are tripping on herbs and mushrooms in the middle of the woods at night. 

3. Living lightly: “honestly Geralt i thought youd support this one, you always insist i have too much stuff. No the leader is just robbing his followers, and geralt has to intimidate him into giving back the elven lute.

4. pyramid schemes... oh sweet Melitele so many damn pyramid schemes. 

5. a new fitness regime. Normally geralt loves the idea of jaskier working on his health. however this particular one is extremely unhealthy, has no real science to it, and a hungry jaskier is a scary jaskier. 

+ 1. the order of the white flame is taken down by jaskier burning down its entire settlement, and destroying their entire belief system by writing an entire song cycle ripping it apart. No racism on jaskiers watch thank you very much.

 (geralt has to prevent his feral little bard from becoming blood thirsty, its one thing to burn down a settlement, its another to attempt to beat their hate filled leader to death with nothing more than his fists and pure rage).

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

[inber]

(and i will never be ignored)

Radovid tasted sweet. Somehow, Jaskier knew that he would; that it wouldn't matter what he'd been eating or drinking before they kissed – that his own tongue would ultimately register something pleasant. And just as intrinsically, he knew that they would kiss, sooner or later.

But the prince tasted like crushed mint-leaves and honey and spiced wine, and in the flat-line fog that enshrouded Jaskier's brain, one thought registered a pulse: had Radovid known, too?

Gods, was he that transparent? Vespula had even figured out something before he had. A 'crush', she'd called it, and Jaskier had dismissed her. Now, with fingers entwined in wheat-coloured waves as the prince greedily licked up the heat of his mouth, he was loathe to bestow such a flippant title upon the matter.

True, Jaskier had flings and flirtations. He had dalliances of mutual fleeting interest, lazy lovely afternoons that turned into early morning exits, not to be repeated. Occasionally he'd settle into a comfortable tryst that lingered for weeks, months – but his partners knew how he wandered, physically and mentally. The Continent boasted rich rivers of love, and Jaskier was a thirsty man.

At the crux of it, Jaskier knew he was far more likely to be crushed than to have a crush. His true loves, those he found a family and the deepest solace with – the both of them destroyed him and remade him. Geralt, with his penchant for silence and rage. Yennefer, with her divine hunger and venom. At their hands, he was little more than a glad lump of clay for the moulding. But oh, the fires of their kiln!

Radovid's breath hitched as Jaskier nipped at the bounce of his lower lip, slung an arm 'round his lower back, and urged him closer. Did the prince taste like the divinity Jaskier had been imagining because he'd come prepared? For a moment, his chest ached.

What did he taste like to Radovid?

Jaskier broke away to rasp his tongue along the slant of the prince's jawline, to find the heartbeat at his neck and suck a sharp, bruising claim. Radovid moaned lowly. Ground his hips against Jaskier's. Gods help him, Jaskier wanted this too badly, he wanted—

“Please... don't ruin me.”

“Fuck, Jaskier, I—what was that?”

“Please keep—keep doing that,” Jaskier whispered, “I need you.”

#radskier #ficlet #fortune writes #the witcher season 3 #twn #geraskefer #it's been awhile lads #i've forgotten how to write lol #jaskier x radovid

[micdixart]

thoughts on new season Jask love interest >__>?

Now i've only watched the new season through once and i was kind of distracted because there was some work i've been needing to finish up. however!!!!

while i kinda wish jaskier could've gotten a big beefy bf i think rad is so funny with him. like first time rad sets eyes on jaskier he's like fuckmefuckmefuckme and you know what??? jaskier deserves that. he deserves somebody who's just so fucking thirsty for him and actually sees him as someone precious and smart and brave.

i'm terrified where it will go for vol 2 because this relationship didn't come from a place of honesty on either side so who knows but hey i'm just happy jaskier got to kiss a boy

but fr they're both bottom energy and i think that's also funny

#jaskier #radovid #twn #twn spoilers #twn season 3 #spoilers #idk how else to tag this but it's lowkey spoilers guys

[thirstyjaskier]

#jaskier wants you #to drink a glass of water #thirsty jaskier #hydration jaskier #jaskier #stay hydrated #bad edit #the witcher #witcher

[lavender-0-menace]

anyway jaskier was the first person to see geralt as a human instead of just a bloody thirsty witcher and him simply calling geralt the butcher in burn butcher burn was still and act of kindness because the common towns folk (the people who would pay geralt) wouldn’t knew geralt as the butcher of blaviken and while calling him the butcher was still meant maliciously it was also a way for jaskier to call out geralt without harming his reputation and being completely ostracized again

#i’m back on my witcher shit <3 #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier

[kueble]

Wish Me Luck

This was written for the “Party” prompt for @witchersummercamp​.  It’s a collaboration with the lovely @firefly-party​ and so many details came about because of working together. I love it!  The artwork is below!

This follows Spider Plant, Spider Plant, Does Whatever a Spider Can

Teen. Warnings: none. 2,200 words.

Jaskier/Eskel

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Jaskier isn’t nervous, so much as he just wants the evening to be perfect.  He sighs and runs his hands through his hair before darting back in front of the mirror and making sure it looks artfully tousled again.  He looks damn good tonight, but it’s never been his looks that were the problem.  He contemplates texting his therapist, but she’s off the clock and they’ve spent ages boosting his confidence.

He debates throwing on a little lip gloss, wondering if Eskel would appreciate it, but he doesn’t want to push too much on a first date.   There is already a jaunty little flamingo hanging from his ear - perfectly matching his outfit - and anything else seems like it might be verging into “quirky” territory.  He glances down at his navy shorts, grinning at the hot pink flamingos embroidered all over them, and realizes that Eskel already likes him.  This is a man who watched him sing a theme song to a fucking plant and still wants to date him.

Sucking in a slow breath, Jaskier checks the mirror one last time before grabbing his wallet and keys.  He’s about to head out the door when he remembers who he should be thanking for this little venture.  Spinning on his heels, he scurries over to his spider plant and bends down to blow it a kiss.  “Wish me luck, Peter,” he says before leaving for his date.

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They agreed to meet outside the Botanical Gardens, because it seemed safer for a first date.  Jaskier hates to offer to drive until a person is comfortable with him, and as genuine as Eskel seems, he would feel awkward without his own ride home.  He spent so much time fussing with his appearance that Eskel beats him to the gala. Eskel doesn’t seem to notice him, so Jaskier takes a moment to study him while he slowly approaches the entrance.

Eskel looks like he would be a rough and tumble kind of guy, but Jaskier already knows how fucking soft he is under his tough appearance.  Someday he hopes to gain enough trust to get the backstory on his facial scars - and to see if he has other hidden ones - but he plans on taking his time, getting to know him before asking the hard questions.  Eskel is dressed in a pink button down - covered with adorable goats, of all things -  with the sleeves rolled up, and he looks absolutely edible.  There’s a tattoo running down his right forearm, a large clump of bright succulents, and it’s a shame Jaskier never saw it before.  Eskel truly is stunning.

It was hard enough to avoid hitting on him when he was wearing an apron and coated in dirt, but tonight Jaskier has free reign to flirt and plans on taking advantage of it.

“Evening, Eskel,” Jaskier calls out when he’s close enough, and Eskel spins to greet him with a crooked grin.  His scars tug at his lip, flashing a bit of teeth, and Jaskier wants to know how it feels to run his tongue over it.  He suppresses a shiver and tells himself to focus on charming the other man first.  He’s not sure if this extra thirstiness is due to not dating for so long or if it’s just what Eskel does to him, but he’s leaning towards the latter.

“Jaskier,” Eskel nods in greeting, shuffling a little awkwardly on his feet before jamming his hands in the pockets of his shorts.  It puts Jaskier at ease to know he’s not the only nervous one tonight, and he offers a warm grin before holding up the pair of tickets he worked so hard to get.  Well, he had to whine and beg and bribe Priscilla with countless iced lattes until she gave in, but it was still work.

“Trying to make the flowers jealous by being prettier than them tonight?  You look amazing in pink, and I love the little goats,” Jaskier tells him, smirking when Eskel immediately turns bright red.

“One of my brothers told me real men don’t wear pink, so I may have gone out and bought a shitload of it just to spite him.  But you don’t have to lie,” he mumbles.  “I clean up alright, but you’re the pretty one here.”

“I’ll have you know that I’m stubborn enough to fight you all night over that, but I’d rather try and behave on our first date,” he says with a laugh.  Eskel shrugs in defeat, and Jaskier links their arms together before leading him towards the entrance.

“Oh wow,” Eskel mutters, nearly tripping over himself as soon as they’re inside the greenhouse.   Jaskier is torn between looking at the array of tropical flowers and the way Eskel is looking at them in awe.  Eskel wins out, and Jaskier hopes no one is watching how smitten he must look right now.  He is well and truly gone for him, and there’s nothing he can do to hide it.

“Gorgeous,” he whispers, and Eskel nods, missing the fact that Jaskier hasn’t taken his eyes off of him.

The crowd moves around them, so eventually they have to join the flow of party goers.  The gala covers the entire grounds of the Botanical Gardens, and it takes them a while just to walk through the large greenhouse.  Eskel points out rare plants, giving info the little placards in front of them don’t even cover.  He geeks out about some of the best ones, and Jaskier loves how excited he gets.

Jaskier manages to snag them a couple glasses of champagne from one of the wandering waiters, and they clink glasses before moving to the next display.  It looks impressive, though he has no idea what all the flowers are.  Eskel starts explaining each one, pointing them out as he names them, and Jaskier just gets lost in the soothing tone of his voice and the bright colors of the flowers.

By the time they make it out of the greenhouse, their champagne is long gone and the band is in full swing.  Jaskier touches two fingers to his forehead, saluting Priscilla as she sings on stage.  She doesn’t have her usual band with her tonight, but sometimes she takes solo jobs just to break things up. Tonight she is wearing a strappy shimmering dress while she stuns the crowd with sultry jazz.  Sending him a wink, she moves into a slow song.

“May I have this dance?” Jaskier asks, holding out a hand for Eskel to take.  He does so with a shy smile, and Jaskier delights in pulling him onto the crowded dance floor.  The event planners really went all out, and the outdoor gardens look magical.  There are fairy lights hung all over the place, casting a dreamy glow over the trees surrounding the stone courtyard.

As they sway in each other’s arms, Jaskier tries not to get too ahead of himself, but Eskel feels perfect in his arms, like they were built for each other.  Eskel has a few inches on him, and Jaskier leans closer, resting his cheek on Eskel’s shoulder.  Ever the gentleman, Eskel keeps his hands above Jaskier’s hips, his fingertips nearly touching where they lay against the small of Jaskier’s back.

One song turns into two, and Jaskier lets his eyes drift closed, focusing on the feel of Eskel’s body against his own.  He smells good - something earthy and piney - and Jaskier finds it soothing.  If he manages not to fuck this up, Eskel could be really good for him.  The pressure to mold himself into someone he thinks Eskel would prefer isn’t there, probably for the first time in his long dating history.  It seems like Jaskier is who Eskel prefers, and he aims to find out how much.

When the song ends, the band starts something more upbeat, and Jaskier takes Eskel by the hand and leads him away from the crowded dance floor. There are pathways in every direction that lead away from the center of the Botanical Gardens, each one lit up by the hanging fairy lights.   Jaskier picks one on a whim and drags Eskel down it.

“You’re a good dancer,” he tells him, and Eskel flushes again.  He rubs the back of his neck and just shrugs at Jaskier.

“I can sway with the best of them,” he jokes, chuckling as Jaskier squeezes his hand.

Eskel makes no move to drop the hand, so Jaskier just keeps leading him down the gorgeous path.  The flowerbeds are overflowing in an artful way, and he has to keep stopping to point out parts he likes.  Eskel knows all the names, and Jaskier finds himself eager to hear every useless plant fact he can.

“Oh my,” Jaskier gasps when they reach the end of their pathway.  They are standing in a small garden lined with flowering trees dripping with soft pink blossoms.  In front of him is a small fountain surrounded by smaller koi ponds.  He drops Eskel's hand to squat down, rocking on his heels as he looks down at the orange and white fish.  They come closer, probably used to being fed, and Jaskier just watches happily as they look up at him.

“Even the fish are drawn to you,” Eskel says, chuckling when Jaskier turns to stick his tongue out at him.  “Hey, this is coming from someone totally and completely drawn in already,” Eskel adds, and Jaskier can feel his own cheeks heating up.

“Yeah?”

“Definitely,” Eskel says softly. He glances over at a low-hanging branch before shooting Jaskier a conspiratory grin.  “You think we’ll get kicked out if I pick a couple of these?”

“Didn’t know you were such a rebel,” Jaskier teases.   Eskel reaches out a hand, and Jaskier takes it and lets Eskel pull him to his feet.  It feels like the air is still, like they’re completely alone in the gardens, and he can’t tear his gaze away from Eskel’s.

“It would be worth getting thrown out just to see how pretty you look,” Eskel tells him before raising his free hand and plucking two of the soft pink flowers from the tree.  Jaskier stays perfectly still, half afraid to break whatever spell has enchanted this little garden right now, barely breathing as Eskel tucks the stems behind his ear.  His fingertips brush Jaskier’s cheek, and he shivers under the touch.  It’s light, but his skin still feels electric.

“You can’t just compliment me and not expect me to fall for you,” Jaskier warns him, but Eskel just beams back at him.

“That’s kind of the plan,” he points out, and Jaskier is just glad they’re on the same page here.  Eskel drops his hand, only to bring it up to cup his face, stroking his thumb over Jaskier’s cheekbone while his eyes dip down to his lips.

“Kiss me?” Jaskier asks, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Anytime you ask,” Eskel replies before leaning in, moving so fucking slowly as if he still thinks Jaskier might change his mind.

Jaskier used to think flawless first kisses were a thing movies and fairy tales made up, but now he’s convinced they’re real.  His lips tingle when Eskel closes the gap between them, and his foot pops up as if pulled by magic.  It should be silly, but Eskel just tugs him closer and presses his chapped lips against Jaskier’s eager ones.

He licks the broken seam of Eskel’s lips, seeking entry as he tangles his hands in the front of Eskel’s shirt.  His lips part, and Jaskier chases the sparkling taste of champagne into his mouth, finally trailing his tongue over the split in his lip that has been taunting him for weeks.  He feels so utterly safe, so cherished as Eskel kisses him softly and caresses his face while their lips slant together.

When they finally part, Jaskier pulls back just enough to look at him.  He’s breathless, not from the intensity of the kiss, but from how perfect it felt.  He’s almost dizzy with the giddiness of it all, and all he can do is stand there with his hands fisted in Eskel’s adorable pink shirt and grin dopily at him.

“I hope this means I’ve earned a second date?” Eskel asks, and Jaskier giggles, scrunching up his nose as he leans into his solid chest.

“I’m hoping for a few more than that,” Jaskier admits between giggles.

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Eskel tells him solemnly.  Then he gets a mischievous glint in his eye and smirks before saying, “Though it seems like you’ll have to thank Peter for me.”

If anyone stumbles upon them now, they’ll see two grown men laughing hysterically and holding each other up, the sunset in the distance and the soft glow of fairy lights surrounding them.  They rest their foreheads together, occupying the same space while they fight to stop laughing.  

If it is possible to fall in love on the first date, Jaskier most certainly has.

Art by the amazing @firefly-party​

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#my fic #jaskel #jaskier x eskel #eskel x jaskier #eskel #jaskier #the witcher #modern au #pure fluff #witcher summer camp #Spider Plant AU

[whimswonders]

I am waiting for a fan video(? I honestly don’t know what the people call them) of Jaskier and Radovid moments with the song “Hungry Eyes” from Dirty Dancing. Every moment they were on the screen together my brain played it. God Radovid is thirsty.

#the witcher #jaskier #radovid #joey batey #hugh skinner #the witcher season three #the witcher season 3 #geralt of rivia #whims thoughts

[limerental]

Why did they give twn3 jaskier a Lord farquad haircut

To keep all bard enjoyers humble and separate those who were merely thirsty for some pretty boy from those who knew that guy was a little clown guy with horrible taste this whole time.

[seancekitsch]

How many requests do you currently have?

one for druig from eternals

one for crosshair from the bad batch

one for jaskier from the witcher

one for adrian chase from peacemaker

two for richie kirsch from scream 5

so six in total :)

its a thirsty thursday sleepover! ask me anything!

#druig x reader #crosshair x reader #jaskier x reader #adrian chase x reader #richie kirsch x reader