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happy new year ❤ wishing y'all the best of 2022

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geralt just like. "jaskier's problems are not anyone else's problems" 🤣

"i'll write a ballad" omg

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I’m sorry I haven’t posted, been pretty busy. Jared and I started The Witcher last week-I’m a newb to the world, but I am living for the characters on this show, especially Anya/Yennefer. Her transformation and acting abilities (that snotty nose and those giant, violet eyes full of Ghibli tears had my heart doing summersaults) are just so good. 

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ANYA CHALOTRA & FREYA ALLAN “The Witcher: Season 2” Premiere London | December 1, 2021

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HENRY CAVILL, ANYA CHALOTRA & FREYA ALLAN At the the World Premiere of “The Witcher: Season 2”

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The women of The Witcher are so beautiful!!! 😭😭

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are you in the top 1% of listeners or are you normal

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YOOOOOO CAN YOI NOT BE THAT CUTE OMG

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this is the sword of good fortune, may it aid you in your travels. 

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The Witcher premiere

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JOEY BATEY “The Witcher: Season 2” Premiere London | December 1, 2021

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ANYA CHALOTRA

The Witcher Season 2 World Premiere 01/11/2021

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Joey Batey at The Witcher Season 2 Premiere says he kept one of Jaskier’s necklaces from the set.

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finished the wip <3 10000 points for anyone who can write me a nice gerlion sentence :D since I can’t really write myself but think about them all the time… anyway, enjoy everyone

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What do we need to bribe you with to get a part 3 of ‘ask me in the morning’? You can have my soul if you want it. You can’t leave us with angst like this!!

(I mean you totally can, no pressure, it’s your story and if you like it ending there, I respect that)

Anonymous asked: PART THREE PART THREE PART THREE !!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

part one part two

Geralt thinks he's being subtle. All those side looks and his stupid clenched jaw. His worry is unnecessary, and frankly, becoming irritating.

So what if he completely brushed Jaskier off! Does it truly matter that Geralt got blackout drunk, came on to Jaskier, knew instinctively about how he likes to be kissed? No, of course it doesn't. Things can go back to normal-- once Jaskier kills his ability to love and bury it forever. Then it will be perfect.

Usually, when Jaskier's heart is broken, he would sing until his throat ached, drank until he was stumbling, and flirt until his bed was warm.

This time is different.

One who travels with their beloved suffers longer than one who can simply walk away. And seeing as Geralt is not only his livelihood but also his lifelong friend, it appears he will be stuck feeling like shit for the foreseeable future.

He means to lament his terrible fate in a room of his own, laying on a small bed with an arm thrown across his face.

If Jaskier can't be dramatic to Geralt, an audience of his own making will have to suffice.

There's a sharp rap at the door nearly distracting him from his emotional recovery. He can hear Geralt's frustrated breathing just outside the hall. "I'm busy!" He calls out.

Like the terrible brute he is, Geralt opens the door regardless. It's a good thing Jaskier didn't bother to lock the door-- with the force Geralt used, it's likely he would have ripped the mechanism off.

"I said I'm busy." Jaskier does not move from the spot. Refuses to.

"Bullshit." Geralt stands over him, which a few weeks ago would have been a dream. Now he's just looming. Seems he's putting that infinitesimal extra bit of height to good use. "You've been acting weird."

"Oh, have I?"

"Jaskier."

Jaskier deigns to move his arm a bit and cracks an eye open to see Geralt looking both annoyed and a touch...

concerned.

"What."

Geralt looks away and shifts his weight from one foot to another. "You can. Talk to me." He clears his throat and meets Jaskier's gaze once more. "If you want."

Slowly, Jaskier sits up. "Since when do you want to talk about..." He waves his hand in front of him. "Literally anything?"

"I don't want to. But..." He grimaces. "I don't want you to act like a wounded dog either."

"Excuse me--"

"I meant!" Geralt looks up and exhales sharply through his nose. "I meant that I don't want to see you. Unhappy."

Which is absolutely unfair of Geralt to say, as the prick doesn't even remember what he did to upset Jaskier so in the first place. "There's nothing that needs talking about," He says, doing his damnedest not to pout. "Some things cannot be resolved with words."

Geralt sits next to Jaskier, making the bed jostle a little under his heavy bulk. "I did something. To make you unhappy."

Jaskier's heart aches remembering something Geralt cannot. "No. No, not at all. You were drunk."

Geralt amazes Jaskier by frowning even deeper than is humanly possible. Perhaps one of those witcher mutagens makes it possible to make such an expression. "You said I had something to ask you."

"Ah," Jaskier can't bear the weight of Geralt's gaze, and so now he looks away, down at his empty hands. "It doesn't matter anymore."

"Bullshit."

Jaskier cannot believe that this is the one time Geralt wants to talk. He whips his head around and glares. Fine. If Geralt wants to know so badly, then he shall know the pain only truth can bring. "You came onto me. Kissed me. Said you wanted to taste me. Asked me to stay in bed with you. So! You'll forgive me if I'm a teeny tiny bit frustrated with all of that gone up in smoke. Though, I'm sure any warm body would have done for you that evening!" He huffs, and moves to stand from the bed.

Geralt takes hold of his wrist, just as he did that fateful night.

"I was talking about you. With Coen. He called me a coward and a fool." He gently pulls Jaskier forward until Jaskier is sitting in his lap. Which. Well. He's not going to say no. "And he was right."

"I'm inclined to agree." Jaskier says. But he doesn't get up, either.

"I'm not good at this. Talking." Geralt runs a thumb across Jaskier's bottom lip. "Asking."

Jaskier takes a breath, steadying himself. "Try anyway." Like before, he wraps his arms around Geralt's neck. Runs his fingers through his long hair.

Geralt smirks and leans in.

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I have a question. What do you call these three things? They have different names depending on where you live, and I’m curious.

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it’s been a million years and i now have a stockpile of jaskier art from twitter i might as well upload here, enjoy jaskier singing blossoms at geralt