What can I say, Jaskier is irresistible with the ladies (... and the gentlemen)
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Very depressed right now, so I'm doing what makes me feel better : drawing Geralt cuddling Jaskier in Brokilon.
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Pretty bard
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Me when I'm reading The Witcher fanfiction and see references to The Amazing Devil:
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I don’t think there’s ever a time when I’m not thinking about
Geralt: “I need no one…and the last thing I want is someone needing me”
Jaskier: “And yet here we are”
Like how am I supposed to not be obsessed with them??? What do you mean they’re not head over heels in love???
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"That's what friends do. They come back."
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Something about Jaskier fighting side-by-side with his White Wolf
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He regains his consciousness back in an all too familiar tavern in Posada the moment a piece of rock hard bread connects to his temple. Like always he immediately spots Geralt in the far back corner of the room and sighs tiredly. "Fine," he says to no one in particular, "Let's do this again, shall we?"
It takes his four big strides and he's right in front of Geralt's table, sitting down without preamble and snatching the witcher's drink. The glare he recieves could have killed but Jaskier really doesn't give a damn anymore. "Your name is Geralt of Rivia, Geralt Roger Eric du Haute Bellegart, had Vesemir not intervened. You're not from Rivia and your accent kind of sucks but people are too scared to tell you. You name all your horses Roach. Your favorite colors are white and green, you love honey cakes because they remind you of Eskel. There's a teeny-tiny flower stitched into the hem of your favorite chemise, a good luck token from a woman you saved twenty years ago, you don't wear said chemise anymore because it has a giant tear down the middle but you still can't seem to throw it out. You don't like carrots but still eat them as to not waste food." Taking a deep breath to fill his lungs with air again, Jaskier continues, "My name is Jaskier, we've technically known each other for over sixty-eight years even though today is the first time we meet and I'm here to make sure you won't die."
There's a sword at his throat and Jaskier sighs again. It's one of those days, then.
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pov: you try flirting with a cute singer at a bar but then his biker husband and goth bestie show up
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