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Thinking about how Odysseus carved the wedding bed out of an olive tree, which means the bed is rooted in the ground.
Thinking about the line “You don’t think I know my own palace? I built it!”.
Thinking about the implication that Odysseus built his entire palace around that olive tree, his and Penelope’s wedding bed, a symbol of their love.
Odysseus’ world is literally built around his love for Penelope.
…..i’m not crying, i just have an odypen in my eye.
"you read a lot, right?"
"yes!"
"what are some books you've read recently?"
"uhh i don't remember"
The Witcher Headcanon Master Post - Part 1
I finally went and did it! I finally got around to compiling all my currently completed Witcher Headcanons into one Master Post. I'm not including the Baby!Jaskier Interludes for the Trouble Headcanon because they are not finished yet. I have more in the works, so those will go in a separate post when they are ready!
Note: I've had a few helpful users point out that I don’t need to censor curse words and swears. I know I don't have to on tumblr, but it's a personal preference/choice. I don't have a problem with other people using that kind of language, I just choose not to use it myself.
Anyway, happy reading!
Regular Headcanons
Fair
Chords
Adjustments
Yenskier
Gratuitous Jaskier Whump
Fun With Music
Eskel's New Scar
Soft!Yennefer Master Post
Soft!Jaskier Master Post
Chaotic Sibling Things
Signing
Wolf Greeting
Winter Games
Relationships
Ceremonies
Sounds Master Post
Hair Care Master Post
Learning The Hard Way
Trouble Master Post
The Splinter
Modern Day AU Headcanons
Battle Cries Master Post
Attachment Objects
Dad!Geralt and Dancing
A Quick Witcher Imagine
Geralt's Van Master Post
Error 404 Brain Not Found
Mind Games Master Post
Video Bombing
Caller ID Master Post
Fighting Master Post
I need to replace my blood with the amazing devil's music
you truly underestimate how many times i can listen to the same song on repeat
are they… you know…….. *imitates crowbar swinging*…… jason todd fans?
There is nothing funnier to me than Bruce deciding to go to a circus to have fun for once in his miserable brooding life only to relive his childhood trauma and adopt a child
The Oscars: The Witcher Edition
The reason the new Batman is so good is bc it definitely was not made for the regular male super hero loving audience. It was made for the girls and the gays and especially the bi’s
hey mr matt reeves listen give the patman a son no listen trust me on this okay give him a son
actually, sir, explosives are my special interest. you're being ableist by taking them away from me. yes i know i just blew up a bank, don't you know what "stimming" is?
Dick Grayson: technically every joke I make is a dick joke lol 👉😎👉
Battinson would be so delightfully awkward with a Dick Grayson.
Bruce, curled up on the sofa wearing an oversized hoodie, hair greasy, eye makeup smeared all over his face, staring at a case file:
Dick: How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?
Bruce:
Dick: Ten tickles!
Bruce:
Dick: Get it? Because…tentacles…ten tickles.
Bruce:
Dick:
Bruce, completely stonefaced, whispering: that’sfunny
you travel over 20 years with someone and they leave you one day after a fight so you drop a brutal break-up song. after months, your ex is back in your life with their other ex (who is now your bestie) and a kid. now you're at your ex's childhood home. oh, and also you're a spy. jaskier is living out the most chaotic romcom thriller ever and no one else even realizes.
The Cottage at the Edge of the Woods: Series Masterlist
Pairing: Geralt x reader (no Y/N)
Reader: Female, implied plus size but generally nondescript
Summary: When monsters are cruel and the Continent is crueller, Geralt knows he can always find a few days of peace with you, the gentle healer who lives in the cottage at the edge of the woods.
Updated: 1/2/22
This series is non-chronological and is made up of blurbs and one-shots about a pair of pining idiots and their friends. You’re always welcome to requests blurbs set in this universe!
Search #the cottage vibes on my blog for reblogs of quotes, gifs and more related to this series!
BLURBS
Meet Ciri
Geralt gets injured
Ciri’s first night
The bard
ONE SHOTS
In Sickness and in Health (bonus deleted scene)
not a single day has passed since twn2 that i don’t wish
geralt had protected jaskier with quen in that final battle
imagine it—jaskier scrambling for shelter as the table’s knocked askew, voleth meir has been besting and murdering witchers, he’s defenseless and terrified as she gears up for another blow—
and then geralt’s in his space
magic hums in the air. geralt groans with the effort of sustaining the shield. he has to get so close.
jaskier watches him, open-mouthed. overwhelmed with the pure fact of his longing, with his heartache, with how much he misses geralt protecting him, with how good it feels to have that protection again.
to be reminded that even now, geralt still wants to give it.
and then, before geralt returns to the fight, there’s a moment when he darts his concerned gaze down to jaskier. making sure he’s okay. reassuring him that no matter what, geralt will take care of him.
it would’ve taken 15 seconds, and it almost would’ve been enough for me
People: God Burn Butcher Burn from the new Witcher season SLAPS
Me, appearing in their reflection like Bloody Mary: Yeah it does! Anyway, did you know Joey Batey has a band called the Amazing Devil? He sounds the same singing for it and a bunch of the songs could fit Jaskier if you tried! It’s not just him, there’s a woman in the band that sings with him named Madeleine Hyland. Her voice is ethereal and their harmonies are bone-shaking. She should really have a cameo in the Witcher ANYWAY they have three albums they just released their newest one it’s called Ruin and it’s really really good. The band’s called the Amazing Devil did I already say that? Devils. That are Amazing. Amazing Devil. Joey Batey. It’s good. It’s good. It’s really really goo- *the mirror breaks*
the witcher + text posts (1/?)
honestly every time I listen to toss a coin it's more and more funny like some twink troubadour just comes out of nowhere bellowing a song about how mean elves beat him up before a ridiculously hot monster hunter told them not to so everyone should be nice to the monster hunter and give him money and drinks and literally nobody on the continent questions this they are all like "this is the greatest song I have ever heard ever here's seven grammys and a few coins for your grumpy monster killing bf godspeed king"
Y/n: *taking a nap*
Aizawa: are you challenging me?
Witcher Masterpost
All my OC!reader fics.
For those who asked, here are my fics (updating as they come) focusing on the reader as a young girl in Geralt’s care. Ages & timings vary. I’ve put them in a relative order of when they’re set.
The reader is my OC, Akela, just with the pronouns/name changed as Tumblr seems to prefer reader!fics. Her version of each story can be found here.
Sticks and Stones - After Renfri’s death, you find Geralt surrounded by a crowd of people throwing stones at him and yelling at him to die. Needless to say, you react in the only way possible. Like a witcher.
Heart of Geralt - Geralt and Jaskier’s first meeting, except with an added twist. Who knew the White Wolf liked raspberries?
The White Wolf and His Pup - Geralt finds a baby girl in the woods, and for some reason, he can’t quite let her go.
Fragile - Geralt deals with a sick baby.
Like Father, Like Daughter - Geralt should have expected his child’s first word to be ‘fuck’.
Raising a Wild Pup - Geralt deals with a tantrum, watches the sun set, and goes swimming. In one evening. That’s his superpower. He calls it fatherhood.
Eleven - For a five-year-old, political events can be boring. Thankfully, Geralt is a master at distracting you.
Fire - It’s your birthday, and you and Geralt celebrate by playing a game.
Book - After a long day, you ask Geralt to read you a story before bed.
Drabble - “I’m bleeding!”
Drabble - “Are you mad at me?”
Drabble - “What the hell are you holding and why is it… wriggling?”
Eye of the Beholder - Geralt has a tendency to cover your eyes whenever a naked person steps into view—as any father does—but this proves to be quite difficult when he first meets Yennefer.
Sex and Apologies - After the djinn causes the building to fall around Geralt and Yennefer, you believe your guardian to be dead. He is, of course, very much alive, and you’re far from happy.
First - You smile at a boy, and Geralt starts to worry.
Little Traveller - While staying at an inn, you sleepwalk, leaving a very uneasy Geralt to come and find you.
Drabble - “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”
You Make Me Smile - The one thing you should never do is start a tickle fight with a witcher.
Each Other - Geralt would never have believed that he’d one day find himself braiding a teenage girl’s hair, never mind her braiding his… But here he is. And he isn’t complaining.
Like Him - You and Geralt have an argument, and it takes a certain bard to get you to stop glaring daggers at each other and make up.
Dad - Three times Geralt called you his daughter, and the one time you called him ‘Dad’.
A Mother’s Touch - Geralt is great, but sometimes, all you need is a mother’s arms to wrap around you and hold you close.
To Annoy a Witcher - Three times Geralt hated the bard’s song, and the one time he didn’t.
Wild Rabbit - You meet your mother—the mother who, as the stories go, left you to the monsters in the woods. Fortunately, you were found by Geralt before they could get you, but it’s safe to say you’re not happy to see this woman… and neither is Geralt.
Drabble - “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Drabble - “Where’s Roach?”
Drabble - “You have a stick in your hair.”
Drabble - “You know I love you.”
Drabble - “I’ll always be there for you.”
Drabble - “What the hell are you holding and why is it… wriggling?”
Mud Monster - Jaskier should have known better than letting you convince him to play a prank on Geralt.
To Love and Be Loved - Geralt and Yennefer aren’t exactly the most well-behaved parents when it comes to you and teenage boys.
Fishy Business - Geralt teaches you how to catch fish.
Until the End - After Geralt loses both Yennefer and Jaskier on that mountainside, you’re there to assure him that he’s not alone.
Constant - You’re worried that, once Geralt finds Ciri, he’ll stop caring for you. Geralt’s quick to put your mind at ease.
Jealousy - You meet Ciri, and you are less than happy.
Name Game - Geralt accidentally calls Ciri something he shouldn’t have.
The Pup and the Cub - Geralt leaves you and Ciri to finally sort out your differences.
The Bard and the Barber - Though you’re all too happy to see Jaskier again, there’s one thing that must go: his hair.
Jaskier sitting alone in the middle of the woods post-mountain divorce: *sneezes”
Geralt, from where he is keeping an eye on Jaskier from the top of a tree that he has climbed: Bless you.
Jaskier: ...god?
okay, so you know how most break-up songs go like "i can't believe i was such a fool, i love you, but you're no good for me" etc, etc?
well, jaskier's break up song about geralt goes like "burn in hell, bitch, hope you drop dead."
which got me thinking... remember that episode in s1, the one with the djinn? remember jaskier wished for valdo marx to drop dead?
conclusion: jaskier and valdo marx are exes.
you're through fucking with me
A (slightly salty) alternative ending to Witcher season 2. Geraskier/Geraskifer, 2k, rated T.
The thing that is not Ciri smiles at them with a mouth full of sharp glass.
“You know what I want,” she says, filling the cold depth of Kaer Morhen’s great hall with her venom. It washes over Geralt and Yen, then Jaskier and Vesemir and the other witchers behind. Geralt feels pins pricking up his spine. "I want your pain."
She cocks her head at Jaskier.
“That one.” Her voice is like nails being driven into a coffin. “I want that one.”
Geralt snorts, dismissive. “That’s just Jaskier. He’s of no interest to you.”
“No?” She turns deep green eyes on Geralt. “But he is so delicious. I can taste his pain from here.”
“He’s just a bard,” Geralt says, disbelieving. “The worst thing that’s happened to him is someone not liking his songs.”
“Gods, Geralt, you really are a fucking wanker sometimes,” Yen snaps, stepping forward in front of Jaskier. As if she wanted to protect him. As if she could, without her Chaos.
The thing wearing Ciri’s skin laughs, high and pointed, like daggers in the night. Then she takes a deep breath, and the room dissolves.
-
The first thing Geralt is aware of is a smell in the air like roasting meat, but wrong somehow. The next thing is the screaming.
“I don’t know where they are,” a hunched figure says, voice hoarse from pain. “Please. I don’t know anything.”
Then a spark, and a flame, and more screaming.
The room is washed in pale red and sepia light, unnatural and undulating. The roasting smell is human flesh being burned away. The figure hunched in the chair is -
“Jaskier,” Geralt calls, and the name sticks in his throat like a wishbone.
“He can’t hear you,” a voice says from next to him. He turns to see another Jaskier, this one whole and well but with a sickly look on his face. Yen stands next to him, squeezing his elbow in support.
“This is a memory.” Understanding dawns on Geralt. “We’re in your memory.”
Jaskier won’t look him in the eye. “Yeah.”
“They were trying to find Ciri.” Geralt swallows down the bile in his throat. “I didn’t know.”
“Yeah, cause you didn’t fucking ask,” Jaskier raps back, and beneath the hurt is iron-hard fury.
Not-Ciri’s cackling, cruel laughter reverberates through his skull.
-
There’s a twist in the air and the sepia image snaps away, replaced by a rank jail cell. Geralt recognises it as the one he took Jaskier from, when he’d been tunnel-vision focused on finding Ciri.
This time he sees more clearly. He sees the yellowing bruises which still mottle Jaskier’s face and neck, and the defiant tilt of the chin which barely conceals cold, dead fear. A sharp intake of breath from Yen tells him she sees it too.
Geralt sees himself enter the cell. Himself as Jaskier sees him: Like marble, like ice, like a force of nature. Like something you can be swept along with or crushed by.
He sees the wobble of Jaskier’s lip when he’s asked for help. He feels the twist of misery deep in his chest as Jaskier pushes his feelings aside and says, simply, “Fine.”
How had he been in this very room and not seen this before? How had he been so blind?
“I’m sorry, Jaskier,” Yen says, “for what you’ve been through.”
“I’d do it again,” Jaskier says to her. “To protect you.”
Yen’s face goes soft and she takes Jaskier’s hand. This new dynamic between them feels like the ground has shifted beneath Geralt’s feet, like they have moved forward and built something beautiful out of ruins and he’s been left behind in the rubble.
Geralt knows he should apologise as well, but words seem hardly enough.
There are no words, Ciri’s voice echoes, but twisted and wrong. You’ll never make it up to them. Because you are unforgivable.
-
As the scene changes, Geralt feels the biting wind and knows where they are before the darkness even clears. King Niedamir's mountains. The dragon hunt.
It’s not the moment he’s expecting though, the one he’s been dreading. Him sending Jaskier away, calling him a burden. Wishing to be rid of him.
Instead, it’s a quiet moment from the day before. Sat on a rock overlooking the skyline with its jagged peaks and dusting of snow.
“We could head to the coast,” Jaskier says, voice soft and gentle. “Get away for a while.”
Geralt barely remembers that conversation. His head had been full of guilt over Borch and worry over Yen. He’d hardly noticed Jaskier sat next to him.
That’s the problem, isn’t it? He’d hardly seen Jaskier at all, even when he’d been right there by his side.
This time, he sees. The tired set of his eyes. He feels the ache in his chest, the physical toll it takes on him to be kind. Geralt has always assumed that kindness comes as naturally to Jaskier as breathing. It never occurred to him that it was a deliberate and effortful choice.
"I've been a fool," he says, but Jaskier only looks at the floor.
In the background, the hideous laughter of not-Ciri washes over them.
-
The scenes come thick and fast. Jaskier coughing up blood from the djinn's curse. A punch to the gut, the first time they ever met. The cold, cutting note in his voice every time he says, “We’re not friends.”
Geralt never realised he sounded so cruel.
“Damn it, Jaskier.” The guilt is so thick it could suffocate him. “Why is it whenever you’re in pain, I’m the one dishing it out? The djinn. The mountain. All of it.”
Jaskier looks at him, finally, regarding him with weary resignation. “I made my own choices.”
“Why did you stay?” Geralt can’t help but ask, honestly bewildered. “Why did you keep coming back, when I caused you so much pain?”
Jaskier’s lips twitch into something which is not a smile. His eyes are brimming with unshed tears.
“You know why,” Yen says, an accusing note in her voice. “You must know.”
“I don’t.” He’s getting desperate now. Yen raises a skeptical eyebrow at him. He turns back to Jaskier. “I don’t. Please. Help me understand.”
Jaskier shakes his head minutely, and turns to Yen. She nods, slowly, and the two share some unspoken conversation. It seems to give him strength. He squares up his shoulders and stands up straight. He’s as tall as Geralt when he does that.
"Because I've loved you for as long as I've known you," Jaskier spits, like a curse. "Because I love you even now, even when I wish I didn't. Because you're under my skin and lodged in my heart. Because no matter how far apart we are, I'm carrying you with me all the same.'
The words hit harder than a blow from a basilisk. Geralt staggers back, struggling to stay upright, a thick, sickly feeling filling his gut.
That can’t be right. That can’t be true. He’s not worthy of that, and he never has been. Yen might have been drawn to him by magic, through a wish that she had no choice over. But the idea that Jaskier has cared for him, has loved him, despite all he’s done...
The mist around them thickens, filling his lungs, toxic and corrosive, wrapping itself around his chest and stealing his air.
Not-Ciri flits in and out of his vision, but her voice continues sounding in his ear. As if it wasn’t bad enough to hurt him when you were friends, she hisses, you got to wound him even deeper with your thoughtlessness.
He’s flailing in the darkness, red mist closing in.
He’s a walking wound because of you, she says. I should thank you for providing me with such a feast. Loving you is like grating sandpaper over the soul. You bring nothing but pain, and it tastes so good.
His vision is almost blanked out entirely, the mist opaque around him. There’s nothing he can do, and he has caused this, has been at the heart of all this pain -
“Fuck this!” Yen’s voice calls out, strong like tempered steel, with a stubborn refusal to accept defeat. She is, in this as in all things, extraordinary.
“Jaskier,” she says, voice firm and true. He can’t see her but he feels her nearby. “We’re in your mind. You can control this. You can make a doorway.”
“I can’t.” Jaskier’s voice is mournful. He sounds very far away. “Yen, I can’t.”
“You can. You can get us out and we can banish this bitch from our world. You just have to see the doorway in your mind. You can do this. I believe in you.”
There’s a sound that might be a sob.
Words have never been Geralt’s strength, but he thinks - he hopes - that perhaps words aren’t the important thing here. “I’m here, Jaskier. You’re stronger than you know. All you’ve survived. All the love you carry. You can save us.”
“Okay.” There’s a sound of a deep inhale. “Okay. Showtime, Jask. Let’s go.”
The mist ripples, thinning out slowly, inch by painful inch. Geralt sees them in outline: Jaskier, shaking with the effort, Yen with her hand on his shoulder.
He steps closer, his arm upraised, wanting to touch but unsure -
And then behind him, a portal bursts into life, glimmering brightly, and he can see the hall of Kaer Morhen on the other side.
The thing which is not Ciri screams, and the mist swirls and forms into her body. Her fingers elongate to sharp claws, her face twists into something monstrous. “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” Her voice drips with hatred.
“Go!” Geralt yells, heart pounding desperately fast. He tries to push the two of them toward the portal. “You two go, and I’ll stay here and hold her off.”
“No,” Yen says. “You’re not doing that. You don’t get to throw yourself at danger without us and call that a gift.”
Geralt searches for the words. “But that’s all I have to offer.” Fighting monsters. Taking injuries so that others don’t have to. Sacrificing his life. What else can he give?
“You can live, and learn to do better,” Jaskier says, planting his feet next to Geralt.
“But it’s not enough. You two deserve more. You deserve to be happy, and all I ever do is bring pain and suffering on those around me.”
“It’s not about you!” Jaskier roars, and Geralt has never heard him so angry. “It’s not about what you think is best for everyone else. You don’t get to make that decision for us.”
Geralt feels the white-hot flame of anger burst into life inside his chest, and it's a relief to have something solid to hang onto, even if he knows it will burn everything down. In the back of his head, he hears not-Ciri whispering that’s right, it’ll feel so good, push them away like you always have, you know that what you truly want is to be alone. He opens his mouth to say something, he’s not sure what -
"We're not doing this," Yen says, in a tone which brooks no argument. She stands in front of both of them, radiating power even without her Chaos. "We are not hating each other."
Jaskier crosses his arms over his chest. “And we’re not going anywhere with you.”
The whispering in his head is getting quieter, drowned out by the force of will radiating from the set of Yen’s jaw and the stubborn twist of Jaskier’s lips.
Yennfer steps closer and takes Jaskier's hand in her left, and then, to his utter astonishment, she takes Geralt's hand in her right. "We do this together," she says with that unshakable self belief that Geralt has always loved about her, "Or we die here alone."
The thing in his head shrieks and rages, telling him that you’ll fail again, you’ll bring nothing but pain, you always do, but her voice is wavering now. He feels the firm grip of Yen’s hand in his own, sees the way Jaskier looks at him with a distant hope, buried deep but not so deep as to be unreachable.
The thing that is not Ciri coalesces from the mist and screeches, pure rage and animal violence.
They have a monster to slay. They have their family to protect.
Geralt draws in a breath, breathing in hope and love and empathy. Drawing strength from those still willing to stand by his side, even having seen him at his worst. He wants to do more for them. He wants to be better.
He steels himself, and nods. “Together.”
jaskier writing burn butcher burn about geralt, despite being the one who got everyone to stop calling him the butcher : the bard giveth and the bard taketh away
“you do not get to hurt me just because i asked you once
if you were alright.”
is a lyric that will never fail to hurt me so fucking deep inside my soul
hold on i need a minute. i need a minute