Starveey - Andie

father's story

just them chilling and listening to kratos telling storys from his homeland

when kratos holds up mimir so he can see the drama better

simon petrikov

shout out to the most cringe fail family in the smp, they owe me so much therapy

Another Avantris doodle dump

Atreus and his dads

Jaskier gets taken A LOT. Like at least once a year while on The Path.

The first time it happens, they are coming down the blue mountains from Kaer Morhen. Jaskier had wandered off, claiming the need to search for inspiration not long after they had made camp, halfway down the mountain. Geralt became worried when he wasn’t back within the hour. He was downright frantic when he caught the scent of a grizzly bear when the wind shifted directions.

He took off in the direction Jaskier had been wandering, his stomach dropping when the scents of the bear and Jaskier’s perfume met. He was damn near frantic by the time he reached the bear’s cave, steel sword in hand, only to be met with Jaskier sitting calmly by a mother bear as she kept him wrapped in her paws, licking his head as though he were a cub needing groomed.

“Oh, hello Geralt.” Jaskier greeted upon seeing him, the bear rumbling low in her throat at the intruder. “Oh come now, he’s no threat.” Jaskier huffed, carefully wiggling away and going to rejoin his friend.

“Geralt!” Jaskier gasped when he saw him take a defensive stance, seemingly unaware of the bear following after him. “She just lost her cub, have a heart!” He scolded.

“She’s going to eat you!”

“She is a grieving mother!” Jaskier insisted, moving between the two of them, hands on his hips as he glared at Geralt. “And I for one will NOT allow this cycle to continue any further! Beartha, while it has been a lovely afternoon, I’m afraid I must depart now. I wish you all the best, and I pray to all the gods to heal your broken heart.” Jaskier actually BOWS to the damn bear. Geralt thinks he is having a stroke when the bard just wanders back out after that, the bear rumbling sadly as she curls back up where she had been previously grooming the bard.

The next time had been significantly more terrifying. An archgriffon had swooped down and snatched him up, flying off before Geralt could even draw his crossbow. It took days to track it down, each passing hour feeling more hopeless than the last.

Geralt has never felt such a sense of relief than when he spotted the griffin’s nest, faintly hearing Jaskier’s singing floating down. His relief was short lived, however, as a shadow flew overhead before landing back in the nest.

Geralt doubled his efforts in reaching the nest, sure his friend was going to be griffin good by the time he reached him.

Instead, his ears picked up a rather interesting conversation.

“Isabelle, I already told you, I don’t eat raw venison.” Jaskier sighed, a few chirps and a slow squawk following his words.

“Deer is venison. I can’t eat it without cooking it and I don’t very well have access to fire, now do I?” Another slow trill.

“Exactly. I will be just fine with these lovely berries, if SOMEONE would stop trying to steal them! Violet! You eat the deer, let me have those!” Now a smaller, almost pouting chirp, followed by a low rolling rumble.

“Thank you, Isabelle! See? Even your mother agrees!”

Geralt slowly makes his way around the edge of the cliff, eying the nest warily. It’s tucked back in a corner of rock face, only a small ledge leading around to it. Jaskier spots him first, lighting up and marching towards him like this entire situation was somehow normal.

The griffin mother pounces instantly, her wings wrapping around the bard as she spits acid at Geralt who just barely manages to get his quen up in time.

“Now, now, Isabelle! Geralt is a dear friend and not a threat!” Jaskier huffs, carefully wiggling out from behind her wings and facing her with a stern look. The griffin tilts her head at him and chirps, Jaskier sighing and shaking his head in response.

“The one I told you about? I swear, it’s like you don’t remember a thing I say!” Jaskier huffed. “I told you I would only be able to stay until he came for me.” Now the baby griffin chirps from the nest, flapping her wings despondently.

“Violet, we knew this day would come.” Jaskier soothes, stepping around the mother and gently patting the baby’s head. “I had a wonderful time, but alas, I must depart. And Isabelle? No more kidnapping nannies! Violet is big enough to join you when you leave the nest. No one needs to stay with her now.”

Then there was the time with the succubus. Admittedly, that had been less of a bardnapping and more of Jaskier not having any self preservation instincts. All it took was the succubus asking him to join her for some annual festival/mating event and he was gone. Thankfully Eskel was the “prized guest” at said event and helped bring the bard back to Geralt. Turns out the Succubi consider the scarred Witcher a good omen and claim his presence at the event brings about a year of good fortune.

Geralt is currently working on the prototype for the continents first bard leash. So far it’s just a rope that he threatens to tie around his waist if he wanders off again. Jaskier thinks he’s joking. He’s not.