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The geographers of the University of Warsaw have created a map for the Witcher's world. I doubt we'll be getting any map more detailed than this one :D

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YENNEFER APPRECIATION WEEK - DAY 3       ⇨ favourite oufit

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yennefer of vengerberg but make it 90s sailor moon

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a moment alone

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a moment alone

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what’s in a name?

A lot, actually. A person’s name is never only about their personal identity, it’s about their heritage too, and that goes at least twice for people who come from marginalised groups. I’ve seen Coën being referred to as Corn recently, and I can’t let that slip past me without saying anything. The name “Coën” is a marker of The Witcher’s slavic, Polish heritage. Polish people, especially Polish emigrants, of which there are many, have and continue to be the target of racial prejudice, the same way “People of Colour” do (I use quotation marks because that term in itself denotes a white anglo-centric view. The world is much more complex that the white anglo-centric view). This can look like anything from violent hate crimes, to micro-aggressions like the refusal to learn how to spell and pronounce peoples names. It’s disrespectful, it’s dehumanising, it’s hurtful (trust me, it happens to me constantly.)

I should not have to beg you to respect other peoples’ cultural identities. Use Coën’s name. Spell it right. Respect The Witcher’s cultural heritage. Respect Polish people. It’s not hard.

(And yes, if you are respectful of the above, you can and should reblog this.)

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Also love the idea of geralt having jaskier wrapped around his finger. All he needs to do is smile and ask him sweetly for something, with maybe a kiss or a petname and jaskier is an absolute flustered mess. No thoughts head empty.

oh geralt recognizing that jaskier could never refuse him anything?? hell fucking yeah.

i feel like he'd be SO RESISTANT bc he would NOT know what to do with that.

when you've been called a butcher and a monster and a beast, how the fuck do you deal with being precious to someone? being so precious that they'd literally do ANYTHING for you? you bluescreen is what you do

so i see geralt just REFUSING to acknowledge this until jaskier just laughingly says in passing one day something to the effect of, "as if i could ever say no to you" and tbh geralt spirals a lil. bc he's used to no. he hears it all the time. no you can't stay. no we don't want you here. no we won't accept you.

and then jaskier is just a big ole yes. the fuck?

i still don't think geralt would EVER use it lightly. this is a power that is so fucking foreign and rare and because of that he knows exactly what it's worth. he'll be playful with it, obvi, in their quiet moments. a "julek" absolutely makes jaskier stall out which is GREAT for snatching things back to hold out of reach, so that does make an appearance now and again. he'll tease jaskier about sharing sweets or giving his ale back, but i feel like the only time geralt would ever use it in seriousness would honestly be to protect jaskier.

keeping him back from a fight with just a "please" and those puppy eyes? and having it so rarely used also makes it SO powerful because jaskier would give him any and everything, so how is he supposed to say no when geralt finally does ask for something?

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Also. Thoughts on the intimacy of pushing your loved one into a lake. Or any pranks really.

oh i've stated before that i fucking LOVE geraskier rough housing

i feel like geralt, like all witchers, compartmentalizes the fuck out of his personality. on the road he has to be serious and gruff (ESPECIALLY after blaviken where he just got fucked up and i think shoved into a deep depression), but when he's at kaer morhen? he grew up there. he can be dumb and playful with his brothers. but he's used to NEVER letting that come through outside of the walls of the keep.

and then along comes jaskier who has the energy of a puppy jumping around at your heels and tugging at your hemline for attention.

and jaskier??? is not?? afraid?? at all??

he makes a game of trying to tackle geralt as if he could EVER manage to be quiet enough to make a sneak attack and over time geralt relaxes. he'll roll his eyes still and shove jaskier away with a hand on his face, but. well. it's nice. it's nice to have someone WANT to be playful with him who just apparently does not register than geralt could kill him in a minute. there's a trust there that geralt can't think about because he'll send himself into a spiral, but he shoves jaskier back and the man fucking?? laughs?? and then launches himself again????

and oh man FUCK ME UP WITH GERALT L E T T I N G HIMSELF BE MANHANDLED. on his own, jask could never really move geralt if geralt didn't allow it, so yeah he'll pull his blows during a playfight and move the way jaskier is shoving him (even when it's into a lake). also jaskier gives it his all AT ALL TIMES so tbh if geralt doesn't move with his tackles and shoves, the bard is going to end up hurting himself with momentum (this is the oNLY reason!! it's not geralt being playful too it's just not wanting the bard to get hurt shut up!!).

and eventually it's not like geralt can just not retaliate. he grew up with siblings. the "oh i'm getting you back for this" is baked-in.

the thing is, though? geralt's pokerface is UNDEFEATED.

how did all of jaskier's doublets get up into that tree overnight while he was sleeping? must be squirrels, bard. no way would geralt the mighty witcher creep across the campsite in the middle of the night to do something so childish. nope nope nope.

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is there anything better than two morally shady ladies being partners

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(T, platonic geraskier, post s2, mention of alcohol, post torture)

There's something off about the bard.

Fuck. Friend. There's something off about his friend. Geralt has promised himself to stop this godsdamnit! This⁠— this passive apathetic behaviour.

The point still stands; Jaskier has been acting strange and Geralt can't exactly place why that is.

It's the way his friend seems to be unpresent when he's right there talking about everything and nothing. It's the way his heart seems to be racing and his breathing hitching in random intervals. It's the way he shies away, stays in the back of the room, in the freezing cold, always cradling a bottle of alcohol in his hands.

Geralt is beyond concerned. He's worried.

He doesn't understand what caused this change in the jolly, thoughtless man he knew for over twenty years. And sure, Jaskier still talks and talks and talks but he doesn't speak.

"What happened to him?" He asks Yen one day in the privacy of their shared room.

"You'll have to be more specific, Geralt," she rolls her eyes and he clicks his tongue. "Fine, fine… I already told you, he ran into some trouble in Oxenfurt."

"Hmmm."

He knows that's not it. He knows because he saved Jaskier from prison where Geralt knows he'd been put after peeking through a window in a brothel. It's not⁠— it can't be that.

Unless…

Unless something else happened to him in Oxenfurt since they'd split up on the mountain.

"I see the gears are clicking together," Yennefer notes, lifting the thick covers of their bed and scuttling inside their warmth. "Goodnight, Geralt."

"I have to talk to him."

"Finally," he hears her muttering under her breath. "Just, don't wake me up when you return, yeah?"

He hums noncommittally in response and heads to Jaskier's room.

There he finds him asleep, curled around a bottle of Vodka ⁠— Lambert's brew (where did he get this?) ⁠— eyebrows drawn together and breathing irregularly.

His friend is having a nightmare and Geralt will have none of this, ever again, if he can help it. Gently, he shakes Jaskier awake, the bard muffling a scream in the sleeve of his chemise as he regains consciousness.

"Fuck, Geralt," he says, hands trembling ⁠— when did his fingers get burnt? ⁠— and tears pooling in his eyes.

"It's alright," Geralt says softly, "you were having a nightmare."

"Is it morning⁠— oh, it is definitely not morning yet. What are you doing here, Geralt?"

"I⁠—" he frowns, the words catching on his throat. "Fuck." He tries again, "I am worried about you. Have been for some time."

A mirthless chuckle escapes the bard's lips. "Worried, he says. Since when⁠ do you—"

"Jaskier," Geralt cuts him off. He frowns. "When Yen told me you ran into some trouble in Oxenfurt, I⁠— fuck! What I'm trying to say is that I know there's more to it. You weren't in jail for "peeping", were you? What happened?"

"Oh, I was very much in for peeping, Geralt but that's not, uh, the way you think—fuck it," he takes a deep breath, gaze fixed onto his trembling burnt fingers, "Yennefer saved me, you know. Magicless and as human as it gets she," ⁠— he chokes on the words, heart beating fiercely inside his chest⁠— "I was being tortured," he admits and his voice is so small, so weak it hurts Geralt's heart, "for- for information about, well, about you and Ciri. But- But! It's fine, I swear I didn't give anything away, I swear, even if he'd burned me to a crisp I wouldn't have given anything away. I swear⁠—"

Slowly, as not to startle him, Geralt wraps Jaskier in an embrace. His friend cries against the witcher's night-shirt, tears staining it and shoulders shaking and Geralt hums little reassurances that it's fine, that he's here, that he'll never let anyone hurt Jaskier like that again.

He whispers he's sorry for leaving, for not coming back sooner.

Because that's what friends do.

They come back.

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The Mountain Scene

(aka, can we give Geralt a break please?)

Okay, I’m going to preface this by saying that  while I do love and adore Jaskier, I identify fairly heavily with Netflix!Geralt in a lot of ways, and tbh he’s probably my favorite character in any version of the media. If you hate him, this probably isn’t the blog for you, but I say this so that if I seem biased in his favor over Jaskier’s, or if this post seems excessively Jaskier-critical, you know where I’m coming from.

(I have also not yet seen much of s2, so this will have absolutely no references to anything shown in s2.)

So, without further ado, let’s talk about the Mountain Scene, and why my main reaction to it is “oh my god please give every single person here a hug, a blanket, and like three years of therapy”.

One: Jaskier and Boundaries

Over the course of the show, Jaskier, extremely consistently, ignores Geralt’s boundaries.

That sounds harsh, but… he really kind of does. There are multiple scenes where Geralt will request that Jaskier leave him alone (the scene in the Posada tavern in ep. 2, getting punched in ep. 2, the scene in the Cintran tavern in ep.4, “I just want some damn peace” in ep. 5) and then Jaskier does not. 

I would ABSOLUTELY NOT say that this is to toxic levels (and considering Geralt’s self-isolating tendencies is probably good for him), but taken at face value, there’s a very consistent pattern of Jaskier not leaving Geralt alone when he requests to be left alone, or indicates that he doesn’t want to be talked to. And Geralt’s not subtle about it, either, “fuck off” is about as blunt as it gets.

So you get to the mountain scene, and Geralt is, once again, attempting to indicate that he wishes to be left alone, and Jaskier, again, ignores that.

This isn’t to say he’s unsympathetic, or self-centered, but it’s a kind of sympathy that goes counter to what Geralt needs in that moment.

One and a Half: Geralt and Boundaries

Another relevant thing here is that Geralt has a history that has essentially worn away at his ability to enforce those boundaries. He’s clearly willing and able to state them, and state them loudly, but if you look at the scene after Renfri’s death in ep.1 where he just lets them stone him, or the “then I’ll die” phrase from ep.3, it reads to me as someone who’s been told his entire life that his wants and needs and even life don’t matter. Which is, you know, not great. And the thing about this is that it’s pretty common if that someone pushes at your boundaries one time too many, you end up pushing back.

Two: Sympathy and Flippancy

Okay, now here’s where we get into what that means. 

Jaskier is shown, over the course of the show, to care about Geralt a great deal, a care that Geralt is only shown as reciprocating in certain moments. That being said, Jaskier’s approach to Geralt’s problems is very… shall we say, careless. What comes to mind the most is their first scene in ep.5, where Geralt is clearly upset about being unable to sleep and Jaskier, while he has an initial moment of clear and obvious concern, as soon as it’s revealed that it’s insomnia he starts laughing. Many of his interactions with Geralt have a self-centered undertone to them – his lamenting about the Countess de Stael, his pushing about Ciri despite Geralt’s lack of interest in talking about it, even the “we could go to the coast” speech can read as him expressing his own wants, rather than trying to figure out Geralt’s.

And, specifically, when you get to the mountain scene, that’s there too.

After all of the bullshit that Geralt’s been through in the past twenty-four hours (see below), Jaskier approaches him in what is clearly an attempt to cheer him up or reassure him, but in a way that doesn’t make his care or his intentions particularly obvious. Specifically, it’s a lighthearted “whoof, what a day–”, which..

If I were in Geralt’s position, again, and someone approached me during an emotional breakdown with that, I would absolutely read it as flippant and uncaring. (Which is NOT to say that it is, or that that’s what Jaskier intended, just that that’s what it sounded like.)

Three: Dragon Hunting’s Stressful as Fuck

The thing I see the most ignored about the dragon hunt is that Geralt has been through just ridiculous amounts of shit in under 24 hours. Let’s sum up, shall we?

1.) First, there are a bunch of background stressors, like the fact that the Reavers could just decide to kill them all in their sleep, and Geralt clearly doesn’t quite trust Yennefer’s presence in the group (see his conversation with Borch).

2.) Borch, Tea, and Vea die in front of him because he couldn’t pull them back up. Like, I know we’re all accustomed to stuff like that because of movies and TV but that is going to fuck you up pretty bad.

3.) Geralt, an extremely guarded person, gets very vulnerable with Yennefer in her tent, which is definitely going to leave him with some Stuff to Process

4.) Borch, Tea, and Vea are alive and Borch is a dragon oh and also now they have to fight and kill a bunch of Reavers too, which would be a shock to anyone’s system

5.) Borch reveals one of Geralt’s secrets without any prior warning and without his consent.

6.) Yennefer breaks up with him, explosively, and he retreats from everyone else.

For Geralt, who presumably has a lot of trouble dealing with emotions and interpersonal stuff, that’s just. that’s so much emotional turmoil all in one go. He’s probably absolutely reeling from everything and attempting to process on his own.

Four: Geralt Snaps.

So let’s sum all this up.

Jaskier has a history of ignoring Geralt’s requests for space, no matter how blunt of forward, and a history of not appearing to care about Geralt’s problems or issues, in favor of his own ideas or his own problems. Whether or not the latter is true, from Geralt’s perspective it’s definitely there.

Geralt’s been through just so much shit and is most likely in a really fragile emotional state when Jaskier approaches him, and approaches him in a way where it’s easy to miss the fact that he’s trying to help.

So he snaps. Which is a perfectly understandable reaction to the situation.

Like. It is absolutely the wrong reaction to the situation. Jaskier doesn’t deserve what Geralt said for what he’s done. 

But given everything that’s gone down, how consistently Jaskier ignores Geralt’s requests for space, how much stress Geralt’s been under, I can totally see what’s going through Geralt’s head, and it’s, essentially, “oh my god I just want to be left alone to deal GO AWAY” and then you get the mountain scene.

It’s not a good scene, and no one is perfectly flawless, but it’s a very very human scene. And from my place behind the fourth wall where no living human was actually hurt and I can see all sides equally, I just want to give everyone there a hug and some therapy.

(Disclaimer: I do actually love Jaskier and I love him very much, but I did want to address all of the shit he does in canon that’s never mentioned in the fandom)

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26, for whatever you want 💛

slightly NSFW but no smut, I decided to write Yennefer/Fringilla fic set in Aretuza. Thanks for the prompt, I hope you enjoy this despite not knowing the show!!

Send me a ship and a number 1-100 and I’ll write a drabble based (loosely) on the corresponding song from my 2021 top 100 on Spotify.

The first time Fringilla ever stays the night with Yennefer, it is a mistake. Well— every time she stays with Yennefer has been a mistake, but it’s a mistake she can’t stop herself from crawling back to make again and again. She knows she should be smarter than this but the curve of Yennefer’s hands on her body outweighs logic.

But the first time is an actual mistake, an accident brought on by last night’s competitive drinking. Every sip had seemed a challenge in the moment, Yennefer’s violet eyes sharply watching her. Sizing her up. In the bleak yellow morning Fringilla can acknowledge that Yennefer was probably not judging her for her slow pace and was probably just ogling her, especially considering what they got up to after they’d finished the bottle.

Even now that she has Yennefer’s pressure points memorized, Fringilla still hesitates to put a name to what they do. She isn’t girlish enough to call it hooking up, but they aren’t grown enough to make love. It’s more deliberate than fucking. She comes to think of it as relieving tension, and then, swaddling her tenuous, dangerous desires in layers of protective denial, she comes to think of it as practice. After all, that’s what it likely is for Yennefer, who will never want for a partner her whole life. When they lie together, it’s just… practicing.

Fringilla awakens first, cautiously blinking the sleep from her eyes and then panicking as she realizes the source of the warm weight pressed against her side. It takes little effort to untangle their legs or move Yennefer’s wrist gently away. Fringilla has become an expert at leaving— she just usually doesn’t let herself fall asleep first.

The trial comes not as she’s pulling her clothes back on but after she closes the door silently behind herself. Fringilla turns and gasps, startled by the appearance of a young man. Then her surprise shifts into ire as she realizes who this must be. There are very few male visitors bold enough to venture inside Aretuza, and the beard matches Yennefer’s sparse descriptions. “Istredd,” she greets him coldly, nearly regally.

The sorcerer jerks back, astonished, and Fringilla restrains herself from laughing; did he really think Yennefer would tell no one of their dalliances? Then the chilling thought occurs to her of Yennefer confiding in the others about her secret practices with Fringilla, and all mirth drains from her.

“You must be…” Istredd stares, obviously at a loss. Finally he tries, haltingly: “Sabrina…?”

Relief washes over Fringilla, followed quickly by confusion. Then anger. “Yes,” she says, not allowing her emotions to shine through her expression. Why should Istredd know her pain? He clearly doesn’t share the same bitter jealousy as her, as he stands back politely instead of shoving her aside to storm into Yennefer’s room. He must not care about Yennefer spending her nights with anyone else— anyone, which apparently includes Sabrina fucking Glevissig.

For some reason this revelation aches more than the knowledge of Istredd. Fringilla feels betrayed. She had thought she was the only young woman invited into Yennefer’s room for nights of carousing and coupling. What a fool she has been. She tucks her disfigured hand behind her back, nodding to Istredd and sweeping around him as she continues down the hall. “A pleasure to meet you,” she throws over her shoulder, tone cool as ice even as hot tears well up in her eyes.