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dftea · 7 months

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I find that the "fixits" of a fandom can tell you a lot about the canon. The things that fics make and remake in various permutations and combinations, seeking satisfaction.

Sometimes, they're obvious. In Merlin, it was magic reveals. Post OFMD S1 is all about reunions.

In The Witcher, I was fascinated to find that it's apologies. Very specifically, how Geralt apologises to Jaskier for leaving him on the mountain.

I mean, anything has to be better than what actually happened in S2.

#the witcher #the witcher s2 #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier #sorry seems to be the hardest word #bbc merlin #ofmd #fixit #fandom

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fassophy · 9 months

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basil eidenbenz in the witcher (s2) suggestions from anon

#basil eidenbenz #basil eidenbenz avatars #the witcher #the witcher s2 #eskel #witcher eskel

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emotional-support-fandom · 2 years

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Jaskier: My sarcasm will probably get me killed one day. Someone could hold a knife to me and I'd probably say "what are you gonna do, stab me?"

Geralt: ...

Jaskier: or it will get me kissed *winks at Geralt.

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lvcygraybaird · 2 years

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PRINCESS CIRILLA OF CINTRA

My grandmother fought battles and wore dresses. You can do both.

#the witcher #ciri of cintra #thewitcheredit #ciriweek #ciriedit #ciriofcintraedit #cirilla of cintra #the witcher netflix #netflix the witcher #s2 #the witcher s2 #blendingedit #mygifs #mygifsets #myedits

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silverflameataraxia · 2 years

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Witcher Ladies Week 2022

Day Six : Feminist Themes/Moments

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kitsunebattleboxer · 2 years

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I have absolutely zero musical knowledge, so tell me if I’m wrong, but Jaskier’s necklace is a tuning fork, right???

Right??!?!? We’re did this attention to detail come from?! Was this the costume department??? Was it Joey Batey?!?!? I need to know

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iamfuckincrazybutiamfree · 2 years

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People who think Jaskier is straight really have no gaydar huh?

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toapoet · 3 months

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Going through my Jaskier/Sam the Baker phase again. I hope I never leave

#it is criminal how little content of them there is #I know we have like 5 seconds to work off of but still #Jaskier #sam the baker #the witcher s2 #toapoet

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yellowspiralbound · 10 months

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have I ever mentioned the fact my car is named Gordon after the mouse that got stuck in Joey Batey's chest hair Jaskier named and talked to while imprisoned in S2 of the Witcher? It's because she's old and ratty but reliable and has a good radio.

#gordon the mouse #joey batey #the witcher #the witcher netflix #the witcher s2 #jaskier

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i-write-stories-not-sins-bitch · 1 year

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Ok so I watched the Witcher: Blood Origin trailer - we all know I only watched it for Jaskier let’s not lie - and like, he’s wearing the same clothes from s2? Only he has a different coat (I think? It looks blue in the trailer and the trim is different (edit, no it IS the same coat)

But! His vest and shirt are definitely the same, albeit very dirty and bloody.

Which means this definitely takes place AFTER Season 2. Unless he got an exact replacement outfit

Either it’s between s2 and 3 (I’m guessing this) or it’s after s3 (unlikely)

Anyway my point being: Jaskier is alone again.

After S2 he’s alone again, he’s not with Geralt or Yen, he’s by himself again and I want to know why. Did he leave Kaer Morhen? Was he taken? So many questions but my main point is, IF he had stayed at the keep, he would’ve got new clothes.

But he doesn’t, he’s wearing EXACTLY what we last saw him in. He hasn’t had chance to a change.

Something happened and I don’t think I can’t wait 20 days to find out. Fully only gonna watch it for Jaskier cause I want to know what happened to my baby.

#the Witcher s2 #where is jaskier #the witcher jaskier #witcher jaskier #jaskiers #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #witcher blood origin #The Witcher: blood Origin #blood origin #I just want my boy to be okay damn it

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lothlaer · 2 years

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(thinks about yennefer s1 holding a dead baby, the only person to memorialise its life and recognise its end)

(thinks about fringilla s2 holding a living baby, rubbing warmth and breath into it, surrounded by people celebrating its life and its beginning)

(thinks about francesca finding her baby dead, and wreaking the same fate upon dozens of others)

(thinks about all 3 of their relationships with fertility and giving and taking life)

#i can't talk about it I'll fuckijg explode #I'll blow up this fucking house right now #the witcher #yennefer #fringilla #francesca #the witcher s2 #loth txt #death mention #child death mention

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agito87 · 1 year

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It's been a really long time since I've drawn something. So a little experiment about season 2

#the witcher #Jaskier #Jaskier s2 #the witcher s2 #julian alfred pankratz #sandpiper

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cressida-jayoungr · 9 months

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One Dress a Day Challenge

August: Fantasy & Sci-Fi

The Witcher (s2e5, "Turn Your Back") / Gaia Mondadori as Princess Pavetta

This costume appears briefly in a flashback/dream sequence. I wish we could get a closer look at the embroidered panel on the bodice that seems to have a design of white flowers, possibly water lilies? (See detail below.) We can also see that the skirt is of a slightly deeper color than the bodice, and it looks like velvet.

If they're going to give her such a light wig, I wish they'd lighten up her eyebrows a little. They don't have to be as light as the hair, which would make them disappear, but they're far too dark as it is.

#the witcher #fantasy costumes #gaia mondadori #one dress a day challenge #one dress a week challenge #television costumes #tv costumes #green dresses #green dress #the witcher s2 #the witcher season 2 #turn your back #the witcher tv #princess pavetta #the witcher netflix

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emotional-support-fandom · 1 year

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Yennefer: Are you obsessed with me?

Jaskier: Yeah a little.

Yennefer: Okay good.

#incorrect witcher quotes #yennefer #yennefer x jaskier #jaskier #the witcher #jaskier pankratz #the witcher netflix #the witcher season 2 #the witcher s2 #netflix the witcher

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sixstringphonic · 1 year

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Sloppy S2 Jaskier.

#jaskier #joey batey #the witcher #the witcher s2 #the witcher fan art

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thesleepy1 · 2 years

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Monsters and Muslin

A/N: Sometimes when I post fics I feel like I’m feeding bread crumbs to cannibalistic ducks with a taste for human blood. They will either eat the bread crumbs, each other, or me. I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long. Please don’t kill me and accept my peace offering. (Eskel has dimples because I said so.)

Pairings: Eskel x Reader

Summary: You and Eskel grew up together at Kaer Morhen. You trained together, fought together, and loved each other. When the Path demanded that you went separate ways, you agreed to meet up annually. Until Eskel missed a meeting.

Or “hii can I request an Eskelxreader angst, where the reader is a female witcher and they fell in love before he got his scars. then he left because of insecurity when he got it and she went to look for him?”

Word count: 1,146

Warnings: angst, violence, scars, insecure Eskel, blood,

“It makes me look like a monster.”

You felt soft hands on your face, fingers cradling your jaw. Eskel forced your gaze to his with the lightest of touches. Your teary carmel eyes met ones that juxtaposed your own. They were the same shade of golden but instead of salty tears rolling down his cheeks, Eskel just had a smile wide enough to show his dimples.

“Who told you that?” He hummed, fingertips grazing the red line from the middle of your forehead down your brow and just passed your eye. It went deep, but luckily the skin stitched itself back together faster than any normal human could. If it weren’t for the witcher mutagens, your wound would have likely gotten infected. Unfortunately, it still left a gnarly scar.

“The witcherlings Vesemir just brought in.” You explained to Eskel’s shoulder, refusing to properly meet his eye. “I walked past them in the courtyard and that was all they could say to me. I-I made a little girl cry, Eskel.”

“Children fear anything they don’t understand.” Eskel brushed your tears away but that only caused them to increase. “None of them must have realized they were in the presence of one of the strongest witchers in the keep. The one and only witcher who single handedly warded off the cockatrice from their beds.” Eskel rested his head against yours. You shared the other’s heat, the smell of the other witcher filling your senses until it was all either of you could feel. “If they had known how brave you are, what you had done for them, they would love you just as much as me.”

“You love me? Even with this hideous thing?” You sniffled, peering up at Eskel through your wet lashes.

“I love you, darling.”

*****

Eskel couldn’t be dead. You refused to believe it. He had just sent you a letter the week before. His words, oh his words painted the most beautiful picture. Eskel must have been a poet in another life for how he spills words into tapestries. He still wanted you just as much as you wanted, no, needed him. The witcher would never dream of standing you up so something must have happened.

That was the only explanation you were willing to believe.

He had been late. The town was large and the streets busy. When minutes turned to hours, you began to worry. Your nails were bitten to nubs before you could take the anticipation no longer. It had been decades since you agreed to meet up on the Path. Not once had he missed a meeting. Of course there was the creeping thought that he had not wanted to see you, but you quickly pushed those useless emotions down before they could get out of hand. You needed to find Eskel and make sure he was alright.

You tried his usual inn and asked the innkeeper if she had seen any witchers pass by. The look she gave you made your blood boil but she directed you to where a witcher was lodging for the night. His room was the one closest to the stables. The smell of damp hay, horses, and the usual unwashed stable boy made the hairs in your nose curl.

Your knuckles knocked the door, your senses finding another beyond. You could hear his heart beating slowly just past the door. “Eskel?” You made your voice low, knowing he could hear you. “Are you alright? I waited by the road just as I’ve done the year before. You weren’t there.” You sucked in a breath when the faintest skip of a heartbeat could be heard. “Was it something I did?”

You stumbled forward as the door suddenly swung open. There he was, your darling witcher in the doorway, his head wrapped with gray muslin. “You haven't done a single thing to keep me from you.” He leaned his weight on the doorframe, chest bare, and medallion hanging on his neck. Eskel made no mention of his face covering.

“Then why did you not want to see me?” You searched for his lips, the quirk of a smile or the downturn of a frown. There was nothing. Only his eyes poked through gaps in the fabric. They were clouded as if by the effects of a potion or illness. “Did something happen to you? Did your last hunt keep you here?” Your eyes searched his form for any wounds, any fractures or broken bones. Your hands moved forward like a moth drawn to a fire, rough fingertips alert for inconsistencies.

He only groaned at the contact. Not from pain. You would have known if you caused him harm then. “N-no. Not the last hunt.” His hands left the door frame. They reached for yours, enclosed and encapsulated them. He kept them warm.

“Then what? Why are you hiding your beautiful face from me? What have I done to have such a privilege revoked?”

Eskel lowered his head. The floor was apparently more riveting than your conversation. “You don’t want to see me.” You could barely hear him despite being in front of him, his voice was so small. “Not now. You’ll think I'm a monster.”

You were never more taken aback in your life. “Monster?” The words seemed foreign in your mouth when in reference to Eskel. “My love, I would never think of you that way. You are a pushover and a teasing bastard but not a monster.” Taking a risk, you took a step forward. “Who told you that?” Your fingers brushed the edge of the muslin.

“I-it’s what I am now. My face is marred beyond recognition. I don’t even see myself. There is only this beast who stares back at me.”

“Then am I a beast as well? Because my face is littered with more scars than I can count. Do you consider me a monster?” You peered up at Eskel wanting his most honest answer. You both knew the other would be able to tell the difference between a lie and the truth.

“N-No. But it’s not the same—”

“How is it different, my love?” You tugged the muslin away. The fabric fell soundlessly onto the ground. Beneath it was your beautiful Eskel. He had the same burry, teary eyes, the same thick brows, and the same plush lips. The right side of his face was new to you, but it was not a horror. You well and truly loved him all the same.

“Please don’t hate me.”

“I don’t think I am physically capable of doing such a thing.” You were the first to lean forward for a kiss but he met you halfway. The sewn skin had a different texture to what you were used to. It was all the incentive you needed to explore Eskel’s mouth anew. An experience you would never tire of. “I love you, darling.”

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