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Death and Destiny

Heroics and Heartbreak

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How to Keep Your Travel Companion Alive and Well is finally here! I hope you guys had fun following this journey, I hope at least one drawing brought you a smile. This project is about learning to love and to be loved; learning from past mistakes and growing up, and embracing and taking care of who is by your side.

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AU where Geralt gets his wish when he asks life to take Jaskier off his hands: Geralt gets isekai'd to an AU where Jaskier never met him and thus didn't spend 20 years cleaning his reputation and those of other witchers/nonhumans by extension

some headcanon highlights of this AU (feel free to use or discard):

this world is Awful, the way they treat Witchers in general (and Geralt in particular) is HELLA bad. Refused service and entrance in more than half the towns he enters and being paid poorly if he gets paid at all, people terrified and hateful towards him

He finds out Pavetta jumped off a tower after her mother had Duny killed (guess you're finally free of that child surprise, Geralt...)

Calanthe has become an unhinged warmonger having nothing to lose, particularly against elves, who are even more decimated than usual

Eskel was killed as result of witcher propaganda getting MUCH worse after the raise of the white flame + the whole Blaviken thing

Vesemir is a shadow of himself, living alone in Kaer Morhen, not having talked to anyone for years

Lambert moved permanently with the cat caravan and blames Geralt for Eskel's death

less witchers in general (with a lot having died or retired since continuing in the current conditions is unsustainable) means a lot more monsters, particularly Necrophages and Wraiths

Yen is disfigured and severally weakened/borderline disabled after getting majorly cursed from eating that infant dragon's heart + several botched attempts at making it better (maybe they can use the djinn to fix the timeline?)

#it's free real estate prompt just tag me so i can read

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Jaskier managing to sleep his way around the Continent by hitting them with the 🥺 eyes

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geralt as yennefers long time bf defaulting to calling her "dear friend" under duress vs jaskier as yennefers long time enemy defaulting to calling her "wife" under duress fucking fight lmao

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Deep in the Blue Mountains, in the great hall of an abandoned fortress, the memories of hundreds of witchers, the last of their kind, hang from the branches of a long-dead tree.

And among them, not in a place of honour, but of equality, as family,

A sorceress,

And a bard.

[ID: Digital painting of Geralt’s wolf medallion, Yennefer’s obsidian star necklace and Jaskier’s tuning fork pendant hanging together. The background is blurry tree bark in shades of orange and brown that look a bit like fire, and there are other medallions hanging around them, out of focus.]

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Yennefer: Ciri made me care about stupid things

Geralt: Like what?

Yennefer: Family. Humanity. My well being

Ciri, happily making cupcakes in the kitchen: Don't forget Jaskier!

Yennefer: And [Gags] Jaskier

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thinking about jaskier and yen adopting a few of each other's mannerisms through all the time they spend together like suddenly jaskier rolls his eyes significantly more often and yen starts humming? under her breath?? while geralt stands there every time like ok.🧍🏻‍♀️this is happening

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HOW ARE WE FEELING FRINFRAN NATION????

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TAROT CARDS ✴ SONGS & SWORDS & SORCERY ➳ “The witcher loved his woman, the sorceress beauty… but that lovable old lutanist won the hearts of that huntress hunter pair. Oh, the Golden One with the golden rules, two warrior belles with all the tools—they showed us we’re all fools. Oh, we’re just fools.” [for @withered-rose-with-thorns]

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Free my woman she did all of it but I don’t care

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Accidentally wrote 2,500 words of yennskier on shift lmao oops

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The way people are STILL bringing up Henry not being in S4 like its the ONLY thing there is to talk about. Like girl, you're still on that???

My babes Joey, Anya and Freya along with the rest of the cast are serving CUNT and DRAMA all over your screen and all you can think about is that? Imsotired talk about something else please

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I think I might have a new horrible, terrible, fucking amazing story idea.

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give it up for HER

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Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends.

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING (2001) dir. Peter Jackson

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death and destiny, heroics and heartbreak (and onions)

[AO3 link to be inserted here as soon as it's back up]

It had been three weeks, and the kid still hadn’t stopped following Geralt.

He chattered incessantly, significantly limited the amount of distance Geralt could cover in a day, constantly smelled of lust, and put his possessions in Geralt’s saddlebags without regard to which things belonged to whom.

Geralt wasn’t entirely sure why he hadn’t just left the bard behind, but something stopped him every time he nearly rode off alone.

It was exhausting, having to act human all the time. He had to space out his meals, eating smaller portions more frequently instead of devouring an entire deer in one go and then not worrying about food for a few days. He was careful not to show his fangs, careful to make sure his grunts didn’t become growls, careful to always have White Honey on hand so the bard never saw him toxic. He wasn’t always successful in hiding his more animalistic traits, but somehow it hadn’t scared the boy off yet.

And for some fucking reason, Geralt didn’t want to scare him off. Even though he did, because at least then it would be over and done with and Geralt could go back to his solitary life on the Path and stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. Forget all about the colorful bard with his stupid soft hands and pretty words and utter fearlessness. Clearly, he was too much of an idiot to realize how dangerous Geralt was.

Geralt had tried exactly once to intimidate him. The bard wouldn’t leave the fuck alone and kept insisting on accompanying Geralt on his hunt—forktails, most likely a mated pair, possibly with eggs. Geralt had crowded into his space and glared, the kind of glare that made aldermen piss themselves in fear. The bard’s heart rate had skyrocketed, and for a split second Geralt had thought that was it.

Then, of course, he’d registered the thick smell of lust, the way the bard’s eyelids fluttered and his lips parted in anticipation.

It had been… tempting. Usually, even people that wanted to bed him held some undercurrent of fear. But Geralt would bet his swords that the kid hadn’t yet reached his twentieth year, and he wasn’t that sort of cad.

He sat by the fire now, going through his nightly routine of checking his armor and weapons for damage, cleaning, oiling, and sharpening as needed. Jaskier lay sprawled on his bedroll on the other side of the camp, writing in his notebook and muttering to himself, counting syllables on his fingers and cursing intermittently. 

The noise used to bother him. He wasn’t quite sure when it had turned into just… background noise, the same as trees rustling or birdsong.

Jaskier ambled over to their bags (Geralt’s bags, he couldn’t start thinking of them as theirs, no matter how Jaskier treated it that way) and rummaged through them, humming a wordless tune under his breath.

“Geralt…” the bard began, and he sounded so genuinely baffled that Geralt looked over at him instead of just grunting in acknowledgement. “Why do you have so many onions?”

Geralt shrugged. They’d been part of his payment for a contract a while ago. He’d traded some of them for a coil of rope in the last village they were in.

“Seriously,” Jaskier continued, “there’s like twenty of them.”

“They last a long time before going bad,” Geralt said in explanation. He held out a hand in a silent request for one, biting into it when Jaskier handed it to him.

The bard made a soft noise of horror. “You absolutely disgust me, Witcher.”

Even said in jest, the words made Geralt’s shoulders tense. He forced himself to relax and took another bite of the onion. Jaskier shuddered and pretended to gag.

“Yesterday you saw me eat a rabbit whole—bones, fur, and all,” Geralt pointed out. “This is where you draw the line?”

“It absolutely fucking is,” Jaskier said. “Yesterday you had just come back from a hunt and were hungry, injured, and exhausted. There is absolutely no excuse for, for—for chomping into a raw onion as if it were an apple!”

Geralt gave him a flat look. “You done?”

The expression on his bard’s face was answer enough. “Oh, I haven’t even gotten started.”

Geralt ate two more onions like that as he listened to the outraged ranting, just to wind Jaskier up a bit.

Having a traveling companion wasn’t all bad, he thought. Even if it was deeply, deeply strange.