#book Jaskier

[ghostlylicious]

he's giving me a hard time. imma take a witcher reading break hsjdhdj

w.i.p. appreciate the lovely flats and also say goodbye to the og flowy hair 😔 personally the curly curly locs look better !!

[pomidorfriend]

I think one of the many things that will be lost in the Witcher adaptation (which I really like, its not a criticism) is how much of Jaskier's character growth happens because of guilt. In the show he is generally braver I think? Or less self-interested, so much that he helps the elves flee. But in the books, it is often shown how cowardly and selfish he is. And that's why it's very meaningful when he goes to Brokilon, where he knows there is a big chance the dryads will shoot him without asking questions, just to see if Geralt is recovered - and then refuses to part from him on many dangerous adventures that Geralt's hanza goes through, even though everyone expects of him to leave - and Geralt even tries to makes him leave by being meaner than ever. And why does Jaskier do this? Because he ran when Geralt told him to on Thanedd. Why wouldn't he - he is no use in a fight. But then Geralt almost dies and Jaskier wasn't there. So he refuses to separate from him later. Idk I just think there is something beautifully tragic in this.

[himikochan]

So delighted with my Book!Dandelion costume for Halloween!!!! I snagged the doublet/trunks/hat from work, restyled my wig, and hauled out my hot glue gun and Spirograph to make my (very beautiful) lute 😂

[ignify-caligo]

Geralt: Is it still visible? Where Cahir slapped me?

Jaskier: Your face looks like if someone spilled strawberry juice on it.

Angoulême: Your face has the same colour as a brick.

Milva: A palm reader could tell Cahir’s future by looking at your face.

Regis: The phrase “talk to teh hand cause the face ain’t listening” doesn’t work for you, because the hand is your face.

Geralt: …A simple “yes” would’ve sufficed.

[access-point]

Why is book!Dandelion such a pervert 😭😭😭 why do men write like this

[timetraveladdict]

My love for Jaskier gets stronger everyday. 💜

[transholmes]

Lammas tide

Gerlion/book Geraskier with a trans masc Dandelion. Soft, supportive Geralt. Vulnerable Dandelion.

For Witcher Summer Capm 2022 prompt, party. (@witchersummercamp)

Tw: mild body dysphoria and discussion of gender surgery, magic style.

Can also be read on AO3.

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Lammas festivals might be Geralt’s favorite time of the year. Good food, decent ale, and people in good cheer. Dandelion is enjoying himself too, preening under the attention his performance is getting.

Geralt had been getting worried about him. He’s been moody lately and silent to the point of being taciturn, so unlike his usual verbose and cheery self. No amount of prompting from Geralt had been able to get the poet to talk about what was bothering him.

But not tonight. Tonight Dandelion is his usual self, impetuous, loud, and shining so bright he dazzles everyone around him.  

Geralt too as he sits on the bench along one of the long tables, slowly sipping an ale as he watches his lover prance about, doing what he loves the most, bespell his audience. His belly is pleasantly full, his back heated by the last lingering rays of the setting sun and on the pleasant side of tipsy. For once he’s utterly at peace with the world.

“Enjoying yourself, Master Witcher?”

Geralt looks up at the speaker, a very comely, young woman. She has a curvy build and long, dark blonde hair, that hangs loosely down her back, in becoming ringlets.

“Yes, very much miss...”

“Irina,” she replies, sitting down next to him and putting one hand on his arm. “Just call me Irina.”

Geralt hides a wry smile by taking another swig of ale, using the movement to surreptitiously pull his arm from Irina’s grasp.

It isn’t hard to guess what she wants; he’s been subjected to this song and dance too many times in his life to miss the queues. She either wants the daring tales of his exploits directly from him or she’s looking for a conquest for the night.

Unfortunately for her he’s not in the mood to tell stories and the only one whose company he wants tonight is currently strutting about on the small stage the village has put up for the celebration. So he quickly drains his mug and excuses himself under the pretext of looking for a refill. But instead of doing so he drops off his mug by the keg and disappears around behind the cottages and out of sight, hoping Irina isn’t determined enough to chase him.

The sun has almost set, the sky now crimson at the horizon and fading through magenta and violet to black above his head. The first stars have begun to show.

Star light, star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might have this wish I wish tonight.

The lines come unbidden to Geralt’s mind and he grimaces. 

Ridiculous superstition.

All the same, he closes his eyes and thinks: Dandelion.

Though it isn’t like he doesn’t already have him, but Geralt desperately wants to keep him. The warmth and vibrance Dandelion has filled his life with is something he doesn’t want to lose.

Shaking his head and sighing to himself he tries to banish the whole silly thing from his mind.

He stays where he is and watches the sky until it is completely black.

“Oh, this is where you’re hiding away,” Dandelion interrupts his quiet musings. “I thought you might have squirreled away with a village beauty in some little love nest.”

“Not tonight.”

“No? Why not. The blonde one certainly seemed willing enough.”

So Dandelion had seen that.

“Not interested.”

He grabs hold of Dandelion’s hand and pulls him close, cupping his ass with his hands.

“Just one person I want,” Geralt says with a grin.  

Between the moonlight and the light coming from the village square, there’s more than enough illumination for both of them to see and Geralt sees quite clearly how Dandelion’s face shutters off as he squirms out of Geralt’s grip, leaving Geralt to feel a cold stab of fear in his chest.

“Let us go back to the festivities,” Dandelion says, a note of false cheer in his voice.

For an instant Geralt almost lets him. Almost. But Dandelion’s recent silence and distance make him move. He seizes hold of Dandelion’s shoulder and spins him back to face him again.

“Dandelion, what’s wrong?”

There is a moment, an eternity, of silence before Dandelion replies.

“Nothing. There’s nothing wrong. I just want to get back to the party.”

It is still there, that false cheerfulness.

Geralt shakes his head.

“There is something,” he insists. “There’s been something for a while. Something you’re not telling me. Talk to me.”

Dandelion shrinks, his shoulders hunching forward and his head lowering, and Geralt can feel how his stomach shrivels up at the sight.

“Are you getting tired?” he asks, the words heavy on his tongue. “Of us?”

‘Of me?’

Has he asked too much of Dandelion? Clung too hard to a man who so values his freedom and autonomy? Or has his own detached way become too much for the passionate poet?

Dandelion starts up straight, thunderstruck.

“What? No!”

Dandelion pulls him close, tangling his fingers in Geralt’s hair, and holds on tightly. 

Geralt wraps his arms around Dandelion and relishes the nearness and the firm feeling of the poet’s hands in his hair.

“Where did you get such a preposterous idea, darling?” Dandelion asks.

Geralt shrugs. The fear might be illogical, but Dandelion being silent about anything is so out of character for him.

“Then what is it that’s been eating you?” Geralt presses.

Dandelion sighs.

“Do we have to do this tonight?” he asks.

“Why not tonight?”

“Because... this isn’t easy.” Dandelion loosens his grip and looks away, out into the dark. “And you’re not the only one who's afraid.”

“What are you afraid of?” Geralt asks softly.

Dandelion traces a finger over the top of Geralt’s shoulder, not looking directly at him.

“If I... changed myself, my body, would you still love me?” Dandelion asks.

“Changed how?”

Dandelion disentangles himself from Geralt’s embrace.

“You know that magic can make permanent alterations to a body?”

Geralt nods and almost smiles. How could a witcher not know that? But the serious tone in Dandelion’s voice swallows any mirth he might feel.

“That some mages will perform such magic for pay? And that... that I’m not happy with how my body looks on its own?” Dandelion concludes, gesturing to his chest.

Geralt nods again. He knows this too, how much his breasts bother Dandelion, even now that the specially designed vest Geralt made for him presses them flat without pain or too much discomfort.

“I’ve found a mage who would perform such magic and I thought-”

Dandelion’s voice breaks, his words turning to silence as he hugs himself tightly.

“When had you thought to do this?” Geralt asks, putting a hand on the small of Dandelion’s back and rubbing it in soothing circles.

“In the fall, after we part. That will give me the winter to recover.”

There are risks to that kind of magic but as impulsive and impetuous Dandelion can be he has clearly given this a lot of thought and Geralt has no doubt he’s thought them through thoroughly.

“Would you like me to stay with you this winter? So you won’t have to go through it alone?” Geralt offers. “I doubt it’ll be very pleasant.”

Dandelion stares at him, a small gasp escaping his lips, tears forming in his eyes as he looks at Geralt.

Geralt gently cups his face.

“Dandelion, I only want you happy. Nothing that makes you happier could ever make me love you less.”

His breath shaking as tears flow freely from his eyes, Dandelion hugs Geralt tightly.

Geralt gently wraps his arms around Dandelion, caressing his back with one hand.

“Did you mean it? That you would stay with me over winter?” Dandelion asks, his voice muffled against Geralt’s shoulder once his tears subside.

“Yes.”

While he doesn’t want to intrude neither does he want Dandelion to go through this without the option of support and for all that the poet is a social butterfly he has few close friends apart from Geralt himself.

“Let me give it some consideration,” says after a brief silence.

“You want to head back?” Geralt asks.

“Not right now,” Dandelion answers, tugging his head back against Geralt’s neck. “Let’s stay here for a bit.”

Geralt tightens his hold on Dandelion, enjoying the pleased hum from the poet. The air is warm and filled with the sound of singing from the party.

Yes, he’s really rather fond of Lammas.

[bite-dispenser]

So I’ve finished chapter seven of baptism of fire and have even more notes than the first time.

Oh no, Geralt is brooding again

“‘He didn’t hesitate to act during that girls trial … even though he knew it would unmask him’” (Sapkowski, 290) X to doubt

Regis “‘I don’t drink blood’” (Sapkowski, 291) the rest of the hansa: suprised pikachu face

“‘Revelries and frolics; shindigs and booze-ups…’” (Sapkowski, 293) I know this is supposed to be a super heavy moment but that is the most “how do you do fellow kids?” way of saying you used to party ever

Young and shy Regis has my entire heart 😭💔

Jaskier: *asks Regis intrusive questions* Geralt: S H U T

Full moon: exists Vampires: SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!

“‘But we’re your esteemed late great-grandfather really to suddenly rise from the grave and order a beer, panic would ensue.”’ (Sapkowski, 298) NO KIDDING

“‘It starts off brainy, but always comes back to humping!”’ (Sapkowski, 301) Milva being an ace icon

Jaskier: Druid (derogatory)

FIELD MARSHAL WINDBAG IS BACK 🤩

Vesimir was wrong Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellgarde is a wonderful name/gen

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT REGIS

Family bonding time via threatening a ferry boat captain

Dandelion and no sense of self preservation, name a more iconic duo I’ll wait

Deus ex Milva anyone?

“The archer and Geralt turned around, ‘Aren’t you dead?’ they asked in chorus.” (Sapkowski, 331)

“After some traitors captured and hijacked the ferry boat…” (Sapkowski, 342) the hansa: *sweats nervously*

[gwentbleidd]

still my favorite thing about all this is that joey batey really woke up one day, said 'hell yeah queer jaskier' and made thousands of people SO mad

[aevyk-ing]

Yep.

[ghostlylicious]

EATS HIM. MONCHES ON THOSE LUSCIOUS LOCKS

[thedemonofcat]

I've recently delved into the Witcher book series for the first time, and while I absolutely adore Jaskier and Geralt in the television adaptation, I must admit that their friendship reaches unparalleled heights in the books.

It's as if they both have this endearing perspective of each other, constantly thinking, "Behold this feral gremlin man I stumbled upon in the dumpster; I love him."

The genuine adoration between Dandelion and Geralt is an absolute delight to experience while reading. Their dynamic is filled with infectious joy and camaraderie, making it an incredibly enjoyable aspect of the story.

[himikochan]

Laissez les bon temps rouler! (Let the good times roll)

A Dandelion inspired look for Mardi Gras

[ignify-caligo]

Geralt: *dies*

Jaskier: Timer starts now! When is he coming back? I say two months!

Cahir: Bullshit. One month.

Milva: Nah, half a month.

Angoulême, sobbing: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GERALT JUST DIED!

Regis, scratching chin in thought: One week.

[yakowo]

bath time! 🧼🫧

[ladycibia]

another week, another Jaskier