[MASTERPOST] - there I go with the h/c again :)
In the last post @panur asked something about the timeline and that got me thinking! Ciri was very little when Jaskier was ill, she doesn't remember much - she probably had no idea what happened. And she does not really have an idea what Jaskier does either but oh well
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listen. no, listen. it's not that i need geralt to be canonically transmasc, it's that i need him to be transmasc in fic
please understand, i need this
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Felt the need to doodle this—
but I was too lazy to finish the second arm lmao
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Trans Geralt
Full picture can be found on twitter and here!
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the lovers
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Wolf at Night
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posting top surgery pics like
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Some scar care from january. Slowly going through folders with Patreon stuff to see what I can post here.
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Half awake thoughts about transmasc Jask.
Because
Maybe he leaves Lettenhove in skirts and long hair, with a chaperone he has had since childhood.
And one evening he breaks down crying to her, finally daring to express his feelings about being a man. And she holds him and soothes him and lets him know he is safe with her.
And after that, she starts investigating how to help. She finds fashion that is more androgynous, she cuts his hair short, she speak of him as her young lord when he says he feels good enough to do all of this in public.
His parents send him angry letters, which she takes from his hands and burns when his tears start falling.
When Jaskier finds his first true friend, she is there, supporting him.
Eventually, in his second year of school, they meet Valdo. The man is an absolute arse and a delight, because as much as they seem to hate each other, he challenges Jaskier to evolve, to get better, surer in his identity and his way of performing. Not once does he question Jaskier being a man, not once does he mention the occasional dress, but his lack of fashion sense, poor taste in ale and lovers, his playing.
But it isn’t until he meets the mage from Aretusa, the one who bespells the sorceresses' bodies when they graduate, that he starts to enjoy singing properly.
Jaskier pays the mage every penny he has to have his body changed to fit who he is, and only later does he learn his maid added what coin she had.
This is when singing becomes his life. He performs at the local taverns to earn his keep, to keep his hand maid protected, and she smiles, and cups his cheek, and calls him her Julian.
And when he leaves Oxenfurt to become a traveling bard, he always sends money home to her, returns to her as often as he can to support her as she supported him.
And to slander Valdo, because that bitch is still bitching.
And when he finally meets Geralt and they become comfortable enough to be friends, to talk about things, Geralt points at Jaskier’s chest and wonders who hurt him.
“These scars are not from hurting, my friend, but from healing.”
And then they fall in love and live happily ever after. Yes.
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We need more big masculine men with “undesirable” traits in t4t relationships. It would fix this fandom. It would fix ME.
Peace and love on planet earth or whatever—make him trans. Do it right now. That guy you’re thinking of? Yeah, that one. He’s trans now. Why? Because I said so.
Trans his gender. Do it, you won’t.
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Butttttt what if........?
There was just no way that Jaskier was a normal human man. It simply wasn't possible, Geralt insisted silently. The bard looked the part, yes, with broad shoulders and a wide back he still needed to grow into. A charming face that still had some of its boyish roundness. He was undeniably pretty and surely would be years from now. He certainly wasn't the type of man Geralt's eyes would follow in a nearly bursting tavern, but for some reason unbestknown to him, they did.
But then again, as much as he looked and acted human, Jaskier's scent was off. And it irritated Geralt to no end. He smelled like a human man - fuck, if he concentrated enough Geralt could even smell the cocktail of hormones that Jaskier's body produced, but the scent of herbs and chaos were as interwoven with Jaskier as any other smells.
There were only so many creatures in Geralt's bestiary that fit that description and he had tested Jaskier for all of them without getting any results. On multiple occasions he had handed the bard objects of silver and dimeritium, but other than looking at him in confusion Jaskier had shown no reaction whatsoever (he had though, somehow managed to cut himself on both Geralt's sword and dagger - his blood was red and fresh, the witcher had checked).
He showed a reflection in mirrors and water surfaces, wasn't affected by holidays and even the moon cycle didn't seem to bother Jaskier more than it would bother any other man. He was awake during the day and slept at night, but nothing spectacular happened when Geralt forced them to stay awake and travel on past sundown.
It frustrated Geralt so much that he even started to chant every sort of exorcism he could think of. Once again, the only reaction Jaskier gave him was a bewildered look and a sarcastic or outride crude comment.
He even went so fas as to follow Jaskier whenever they parted ways. But the festivals Jaskier wanted to visit were indeed festivals, the courts he played at were courts and the friends and colleagues were exactly that.
After a year and a half of trying out everything he could think of, Geralt was at the end of his wisdom. Despite it all Jaskier had become his good friend - one he tested for signs of possession every now and then, but still. On the day he couldn't take it anymore, he outright asked Jaskier what he was. The bard listened to him with eyes growing wider by the minute while Geralt admitted to every secret test he put Jaskier through.
When he was finally done, Jaskier stared at him for a long moment, rendered speechless by the sudden ball of information that had been hauled at him. As soon as he made sense of Geralt's words he broke into a loud fit of laughter that had him toppling over himself and brought tears into his eyes.
Every time he started to speak he broke into another fit of laughter until he was helplessly lying on the floor, chest heaving up and down as he tried to get enough air back into his lungs. Geralt watched the ordeal with a deadpan expression on his face.
When Jaskier had put himself back together again, he promptly lifted his shirt to show off two thin scars under his pectorals. "I'm no creature-thingy, I'm trans you fucking idiot!"
Oh. Geralt's ears turned red from embarrassment. Jaskier was a normal human man.
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[MASTERPOST] - Since the prompt from yesterday I kept thinking about another 'special performance'; so take a little one from the drafts! Geralt tries really hard.
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♡My immortal Jaskier headcanons♡
So here are my headcanons, because I refuse to believe that our ball of sunshine has an expiration date...
So, I know Lauren said that Jaskier not aging in the show was just a filming mistake, something they simply forgot to do and on a completely logical level I am fully aware that in canon Jaskier is completely human, 100%. And I also know that they're not gonna change it, no matter how much some of us may wish they did (Although why not? They already strayed so far from the books and made so many changes, might as well go the extra mile)
Realistic-ish headcanons:
- Jaskier is part elf, perhaps quarter elf like Yennefer, it is an entirely justifiable headcanon, theoretically, Jaskier's human father could have married a half elf commoner woman (who may or may not have had the pointy tips on her ears cut off with a knife to avoid human prejudice)
- Jaskier has a fae ancestor, somewhere many many generations back in his ancestry, so his entire family is suspiciously long lived but nobody cares because Lettenhove isn't politically important and therefore doesn't catch the attention of the prejudiced Nobles farther up the royal court chain.
- Jaskier unintentionally drinks the same elixir mages/sorcerers drink to prolong their life. I read that chaos wielders don't have naturally long lifespans, they semi-regularly drink an elixir with mandrake roots in it to slow the aging process. According to Witcher Wiki, you can only buy mandrake root in Lindenvale and my headcanon is that Jaskier experiments with many different tea blends to see which one is more effective for soothing his throat after singing. So at the age of 29-30, he wanders into Lindenvale and buys some dried mandrake to make a tea, after one sip he felt more rejuvenated than ever and since that day, mandrake root tea has become his number one go-to, he drinks it as often as he can.
More fanfic centric, less canon possible headcanons:
- Jaskier is a Dryad. (Yayyy trans Jaskier headcanon) Since Lettenhove is so tiny, it isn't even on the Witcher continent map, but a simple Google search says that it is Located somewhere in Kerack. Kerack borders with Brokilon, so it's kind of a nifty little loophole for fanfic writers to use and place Lettenhove somewhere near the forests where Dryads live.
And while most Dryads treat any man that enters their realm as a mere sperm donor, Witcher Wiki does also mention that some Dryads can form emotional relationships and fall in love with humans and/or elves, but in the end, all Dryad born offspring is AFAB. So imagine this, Jaskier's father falls in love with a Dryad, she falls in love with him, they have Jaskier, Jaskier notices early on that he feels like a boy and his rich Viscount father hires a mage to help Jaskier transition early.
- Jaskier is a higher vampire, higher vampires are a HIGHLY secretive society, even in canon, part of the reason why even Witchers have so little information about them is because they prefer to hide in plain sight and are ridiculously good at it. Jaskier doesn't age, has no self-preservation instincts, doesn't buy a horse and yet still keeps up with Geralt on foot for 20 years. Jaskier's personality isn't fake, he doesn't act like someone else, it's all him, but his clumsiness is a little bit of an act, he also purposefully avoids physical fights, it comes across as fear of getting hurt but in reality it's because he's afraid of appearing too strong and exposing himself. Lettenhove doesn't appear on maps, because it doesn't exist legally, it's just a castle hidden in the woods, a safe place for higher vampires, kinda like Kaer Morhen is for Witchers, Jaskier's parents just happen to be the ones who run it.
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okay but au in which jaskier was locked in a tower to be saved by his future spouse (really he just got into mischief, so his parents did it to keep him out of their hair until they could hand him off to someone else under the guise of “PROVE YOU ARE WORTHY OF OUR PRECIOUS CHILD”), and jask managed to get out in approximately 72 hours (adhd brain?? locked up??? with no?? stimulus?? absolutely not time to go mastermind mode)
and now there’s just one little problem
he can’t actually become *too* famous until he finds someone willing to “rescue” him from the tower and give him a good reason to be out so his parents won’t lock him up again
obvious solution?
hire the butcher of blaviken
his parents aren’t going to raise a fuss about him marrying someone called butcher, so he’s all good there, but they’re also probably not going to cross someone called butcher who went through the trouble of getting him out in the first place. wins all around.
the problem?
THE FUCKER WON’T TAKE THE DAMN CONTRACT
jaskier goes up to him in posada under the guise of being a bard (he always wanted to be one anyway and wants to try it after he’s “free”) so he can dangle a nice bit of “oh very beautiful young viscount locked away just WAITING for rescue from a handsome man *eyelash batting*
AND GERALT GRUNTS AND LEAVES AND DOESN’T FUCKING DO IT BECAUSE HE’S NOT INTERESTED IN GETTING DRAGGED INTO NOBLE BULLSHIT
jaskier just increasingly dropping hints that are less hints and more “please for the love of the GODS just do it”
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Long time no fic! I was gripped by a scene and couldn't let it live in my brain and so a fic was written around it. This is a Trans!Jaskier fic, and a coming out fic. So mind the tags if you don't like certain things, it has a very happy ending I promise, but also read the author's note! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this labor of love :)
Relationship(s): Geralt/Jaskier
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 2/2
Summary:
“And?”
Jaskier’s head snapped up, his eyes wide, “What the hell do you mean ‘and?’”
“Do you think me so shallow as to have that change how I would feel about you?”
“People fall out of love over less,” He muttered.
“Then they aren’t really in love.”
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hiss of steel
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