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aladygrieve · 1 year
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I know we all think of Burn Butcher Burn as THEE breakup song, but I’d like to turn everyone’s attention back to Her Sweet Kiss for a minute. It tends to get overlooked compared to the other in-universe songs, mostly because the final version was never technically diagetic. But it plays over the 1x06 credits, and we’re clearly supposed to understand it as having been written immediately post-mountain.
If you remember, Jaskier was working on this portion of the lyrics at the very beginning of the episode:
“I’m weak, my love, and I am wanting / If this is the path I must trudge / I’ll welcome my sentence / Give to you my penance / (Gorgeous) garotter, jury and judge.”
He wrote this before Geralt ever sent him away, and it becomes all the more heartbreaking in hindsight when you realize what it means in that context. This is Jaskier accepting that Geralt will never love him back. He’s too weak to do the harder thing and just leave, but he accepts that his feelings will never be returned because to him, being with Geralt in any capacity is worth the punishment of unrequited love. Supporting him in whatever way Geralt will accept is his penance.
And then Geralt blames Jaskier for all his problems and banishes him from his life. The lyrics are worked into a song all about Yennefer, a warning to Geralt about the dangers of being in a relationship with her. The original lines remain exactly the same (except that, tellingly, “Gorgeous” is removed), but the context shifts. The path Jaskier must trudge is now a lonely one, the punishment worse than ever. He feels he deserves to do penance for the crime of his unreturned feelings and sees himself as a burden and an annoyance for having them because Geralt just told him that’s what he is. He’s lost the one thing that made all that pain worth it, but now he’s too weak to do the harder thing and fight to stay with Geralt. Jaskier won’t protest Geralt’s cruel and unfair treatment of him because he knows (thinks) he’s already lost him to Yennefer forever. Burn Butcher Burn is full of rage, but in the immediate aftermath there’s no anger, only heartbreak.
Which only makes Jaskier’s relationship with Yennefer in Season 2 all the more interesting. This is the woman he thinks he lost his love to, and only months ago he wrote a whole song begging Geralt to stay the fuck away from her. There’s a deep bitterness when they first meet that is only slightly masked by Jaskier’s usual humour, but as soon as he realizes the danger she’s in, his first instinct is to help her and protect her. The camaraderie they find in their mutual fallings out with Geralt, and the softness initiated by Yennefer being a hugger, is really special to watch.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this other than that Jaskier is a gem and he doesn’t deserve to be shit on by the narrative the way he has been.
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renegadesstuff · 9 months
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This one hurt 🥺
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bd-wlf · 2 months
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Just got to the gold dragon episode of The Witcher and Jaskiers jacket reminded me of something
A red dragon, his jacket is scale-y and red and idk if that was intentional but It goes along with what Geralt was saying about the different dragons
He Said that green are the most common, red are slightly rare, black are the rarest, and gold are a myth
I think it means that company like Jaskier is close to rare
And it also makes me think about what geralt was wearing as well, like I know he wears a lot of black but still, The Witcher race at that point was dwindling because they're sterile and because humans and monsters alike have it out for them making a Witcher(and especially one that won't kill for killings sake) even more rare than good company..
I'm just saying I've been thinking this through because I've been thinking about Geraskier dragon Au and what type of dragons they would be and I think I actually found my answer within Canon lol
AND I also think that the old man turning into a gold dragon was a wonderful surprise but also another message, in general terms I think the message is that the rarest thing for anyone at that point in The Witcher lifestyle, at least in Geralt's life is retirement and isn't that exactly what the old man was trying to do? Retire?
I'm in the feels tonight
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itsgeraskier · 1 year
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[1/?] First part of a gifset. It'll probably have three parts.
Settled after the Mountain.
Geralt went to take Ciri away from the war almost immediately after the Dragon Hunt (this is what Jaskier wanted to do, anyway) and Cintra falls when they reaches Kaer Morhen.
Geralt is mad. At the war, at the world, at himself.
He does his training, again and again and again, until his body almost can't take it anymore.
He doesn't want to listen to anyone. Nor his brothers, other Witchers or Vesemir.
And this is when his father steps up to help him and finally asks what happened before coming back home.
It's been weeks and Geralt didn't talk about it - about Jaskier - with anyone, not even with his child surprise.
But maybe it's exactly what he needs.
Talk about him.
And trying to calm his anxiety enough to sleep without destroying himself.
Is Jaskier alive? Is he safe? Geralt hopes.
It's the only thing he can do.
(Hello dears!)
(New gifset after so many months and I quite love the result 👀)
(Hope you'll like it ❤️)
(Maybe you can comment of what you would like to see in this gifset, if you feel like it 🌼)
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heytheredeann · 2 years
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Yenralt + "Go, I'll be fine." VS "I'm not leaving without you!"
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cosmic-wh-0-re · 2 years
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“I’ll welcome my sentence give to you my penance, gorgeous garroter, jury and judge”
right after bottled appetites and right before the mountain and geralt’s name has been referred to as garrotter and here I am Now Sobbing
gorgeous/lovely garroter. gorgeous/lovely geralt and fuck the look on jaskier face while yennefer and geralt did the deed. sobbing. real tears.
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bulbasaur-gone-rogue · 10 months
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You know what. You know what I’ve been thinking about. The freaking. Mountain scene. (Not really but I rewatched season 1 recently and damn. They’re just some guys.)
All of the mountain arc is So Messy. You get.
Geralt’s self-destructive guilt sex. Bro spends the whole trip up being like. Yennifer is dangerous and will destroy us all for her own gain. Anyway immediately after I feel responsible for the deaths of three people and then my buddy invites me to the beach I am going to smash. Do not worry about it this is a healthy coping mechanism (lying)
The “Dammit Jaskier.” Scene.
It’d slap a lot more emotionally if this was clearly a moment of “it’s been twenty years and you still can’t handle your own shit, and you always come to me to deal with it. I can’t deal with anything more right now” or “you had so much more support than I ever did, because I was there to help you, but also why aren’t you as tough as I am. I am bitter that you just lucked out into having support (or maybe I was unlucky. Let’s not think about that) and you’re still complaining.”
Like. Geralt has perpetual foot-in-mouth “sucks at communication” disease where he says precisely the wrong thing and a fair bit meaner than the point he’s trying to make.
But also wouldn’t it be a neat take to make him just a little bit bitter that Jaskier (despite how not easy his life has been) had it better than Geralt (partially by Geralt’s doings. Go off king, be someone’s friend) and has since never actually learned how to handle his own problems. The secret vile human emotion of envy of support and companionship.
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The Witcher vs. Camp Rock
Can someone with actual video editing skills make a better version of this?
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chamomilebottom · 2 years
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Hi! What's your all-time favorite episode of The Witcher?
For some psychopathic reason my favourite episode is S1 Ep 6: Rare species.
Is it because I am a slut for angst? Probably. Look at the way my bard is hurting it’s incredible
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Is it because of these scenes? Also probably
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Not Anymore
Another Bad Things Happen Bingo! Finally got another one done! The Witcher is giving me lots of inspo, but it’s just a matter of balancing fic motivation with life motivation, and school is getting pretty hard. 
Sorry, Jaskier... You got whumped. 
Reminder! Any requests for BTHB that align with my fandoms, I am happy to take! Just ask me, and I’ll confirm :D 
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Prompt: I Deserve This 
Fandom: The Witcher (TV) 
Word Count: 1318 words
All Jaskier could hear was the continuous back and forth bickering, a shouting match in which he couldn’t tell who was winning. He had told his travel companion to leave the ‘very sexy but insane witch to her inevitable demise’, and by Melitele he was right. Her charms had consumed Geralt to the point he was forgotten, simply a whisper on the wind, a scrap of song that was never used. The bard was of the goofy, loveable sort, and that was only taken with pride. He couldn’t help but speak up as the banter came to an end, finally glad of the silence, for once. The Witcher’s voice boomed throughout the Continent, and Yennefer was equally as fiery in her approach. 
“Ooh, boy…” Jaskier let out a small laugh, facing the Witcher, whose sword smiled for him. By the way in which Geralt positioned himself with a clenched fist, staring out at the land… There was no way this Witcher was even relatively relaxed right now. “What a day… I mean, so much has happened!” The bard sighed, “I can’t believe that it-” If every fibre in Jaskier’s body could’ve been frozen, this was how to do it. His amber eyes flashed with rage, fixated on the poor bard who simply mused at the world, in awe of everything that existed. The stomping of his feet could’ve caused an earthquake if they pounded any harder, and Jaskier stumbled to an upright position, a deer in the headlights, confronted by pure ire. 
“DAMN IT, JASKIER!” The Witcher seethed, his breaths riling in and out of his chest. Jaskier briefly turned back to the mainland below. It was a long fall down, and with his current skittishness and the never-ending intimidation, the bard could easily flinch out of fear and meet an untimely death. He shook but held his ground. This instance of frustrated Geralt would be no different than past iterations, right? “Why is it whenever I find myself in a pile of shit these days, it's always you, shovelling it?” 
The bard blinked, his frame shaking. What had he done?! To be fair, he did cause the outburst and the entirety of the mix-up with the djinn, but he was healed, and Geralt had found Yennefer, and fallen so intrinsically in- Oh. In love. He caused their meeting. It was all his doing, although he hated to admit it. He saw himself as the side character to the Witcher’s enormous movie, and the one that didn’t get enough recognition, yet, when things went wrong, he was thrown straight into the spotlight. Was that Jaskier’s only use? Causing trouble, and playing the victim, left, right, and centre? “H-Hey-“ He shook his head frantically from side to side, tears threatening to pour, “Geralt, that’s not fair… You know that’s not-“ His voice thinned out by the time he accidentally locked eyes with the Witcher, practically choking the last word out, “Fair.” 
“Hmm,” The word, not even that, the sound, unapologetically rumbled out of his mouth, “The Child Surprise, bard, the djinn,” He tensed up upon releasing that word. The djinn was the event that rocked the Witcher’s world, and this was how he was admitting it. “If life could give me one blessing-” Geralt stomped closer, his breathing steady, yet his index finger said it all. The one blessing was serious. The situation was bringing the Witcher to new levels of aggression that had been hidden within his very core. “It would be to take you off my hands!” Pointing to the bard with bared teeth was his first course of action, then down the mountain. Down the treacherous path to Caingorn and beyond. That was where Jaskier was destined to travel. Away from Geralt, the individual that sent the most emotion through his entire being in all his years of work. It wasn’t the lovers and girls and wine that made him break down, made him succumb to the Continent’s pressure… It was the mighty Witcher, who wasn’t so high and mighty to Jaskier. Not anymore. 
He breathed, feeling like his bones could collapse under the mental pressure alone. He had never felt this fragile in his entire life. The bard stepped forward, purely for the sake of not losing his balance, and Geralt stood his ground. “Fine,” Jaskier uttered, his words a mere whisper on the wind, and most certainly not the melodic kind. “I’ll let the others know.” Each breath felt more painful than the last as if all the burdens and past mistakes were catching up to him. He personally wouldn’t call them burdens, but the way the powerful Witcher loaded it all upon him, one by one… The sheer emphasis that his role, his purpose, was not defined by his craft, not by his achievement, but rather everything that came crashing down onto his shoulders. No ditty would be able to heal the tear that continued to rip his heart to shreds. His eyes flickered up to the Witcher, and he offered something, meaning, a deer in the headlights kind of look, before he huffed and pushed past Geralt, not caring that the latter got shoved around. A shove to the body was nothing compared to the rattling of thoughts, the anxiousness of his mind, the strain on his bones, and the feeling that his teeth would shatter if he gritted them any harder. “See you around, Geralt.”  
Even after all that, Jaskier still had the courage to use his name. 
The Witcher didn’t dare look on to see the bard dawdling off into the distance, hands in his pockets and head bowed, sulking, down the road and away. Instead, he gazed off into the beautiful view ahead, with glowing sunlight and lush grasses. It didn’t feel so beautiful to Geralt, but he ignored the gnawing feeling inside. He did this for a reason. The best possible one, at that. 
Meanwhile, the bard was off, furiously shaking his head and biting his tongue. His boots were never made for running, but he couldn’t help but pick up the pace. Jaskier let screams escape through his gritted teeth, his lute swinging against his back. Hitting him, over and over. A perfect representation of his pain. Smashing into him, constant, heavy, over and over and over till he’d die with the lack of protection, dying knowing that he was of no help to Geralt. That he was a loser, a nuisance, and an unworthy travel companion. 
I deserve this. The thought wouldn’t stop raging. I’m hopeless. I deserve this. Who am I to deserve any good? Geralt was never going to be my friend! 
His breath was weak as the bard raced into a forest, his hair flicking back and forth as he did. His surroundings were dark, and as everything built up, inside and out, he was mere seconds from halting his body, nearly crashing into a tree. 
All the physical pain, all the mental pain! I deserve this. 
Inches away from the bark of the tree, he turned away from it, pulling his lute forward and pressing his back into its surface, feeling it scrape onto, maybe through, his clothes as he skidded down onto the ground. The scratching was nothing in comparison to every torment that currently plagued him. 
I deserve this. 
Jaskier curled his knees up to his chest, buried his head down, and began to sob. A release in some ways, a heaviness in others. His composure had finally cracked, but it was more than that. He was a glass plate, furiously thrown at the wall, collapsing into nothing. Geralt of Rivia was the one who held the plate so tight, only to rage, and throw it all away. 
He was a shattered bard, bursting, and broken on the forest floor. The darkness concealed him. He wouldn’t be found… At least, he’d never be found the same again. 
I. Deserve. This.  
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renegadesstuff · 9 months
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Sleepy baby 🥹🤏
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bijoharvelle · 2 years
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he literally. he literally sat down next to him and said why don't we leave tomorrow he said we could head to the coast. get away for awhile. he said in a world where i left behind comfort and nobility and honor for the road of adventure i would give it all up because what pleases me is being by your side. he saID I'M TRYING TO WORK OUT WHAT PLEASES ME AND HE SAID I WANT TO DO THAT WHILE SETTLING DOWN WITH YOU
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thefandomlifechoseme · 11 months
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Ok, but do I have to watch The Mountain Episode
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katherines · 30 days
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