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Prompt 38
Jaskier has kept a secret for years. The ring with dandelions carved into it that he wears every second of every day is the only thing keeping him from turning into ash. He sleeps with a lovely woman one night, desperately trying to move on from Geralt (it doesn't work, he is still very much in love with his best friend) only to awake in the morning and find- FUCK She stole his ring! That conniving little-! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What does he do!? He races to the mirror and it confirms his worst fear. The glamour the ring gives him is gone. He can't see his reflection. He reaches a hand up to his mouth and feels his fangs. No- Nonono! Then his worst fucking nightmare ON TOP of his worst nightmare happens. He hears the stomping footsteps of a witcher approaching their room. Godsdamn it all. He hears the doorknob jiggle and.. Alright, he'll be the first to admit it, he panics. "DON'T COME IN, GERALT" The doorknob jiggling pauses. "Jaskier? Are you alright?" "Y- YES! Perfectly peachy! Don't come in!" Jaskier rushes around the room, pacing in panicked circles like a caged beast. He was a caged beast. He reaches to close the curtains of the only window in the room and like an idiot, he fumbles in place and ends up with his hand in the direct sunlight. He shrieks in pain and holds his hand to his chest. Geralt, scenting agony and hearing Jaskier yell, barges in without another moment of thought. Only to see Jaskier scrambling away from him in fear. In all his years of knowing Jaskier, he has NEVER been afraid of him. It physically pains Geralt to see it now. He doesn't understand why he wasn't allowed in. There's no lover of Jaskier's hiding in a corner embarrassed at being caught, Jaskier isn't indecent or anything, so why-? Then he looks at Jaskier, truly looks at him, and sees his blue eyes are glowing, and his mouth - Parted open as he pants - reveals fangs. Geralt's eyes dart to Jaskier's neck and it's confirmed. The worst part of it all, is the way Jaskier's eyes keep glancing between the door out of the room, and Geralt's silver sword. Geralt is infuriated. Not only did the woman Jaskier take to bed last night turn Jaskier into a vampire, but she also made Jaskier fear Geralt because of it. When Geralt says he isn't going to harm (let alone KILL like Jaskier had feared) Jaskier for the twentieth time, Jaskier finally believes him, and begs him to help him track the woman down. Geralt is intent on killing the vampire that ruined poor young human Jaskier's life. Jaskier is intent on getting his human-glamour, sunlight-immunity-enchantment ring back from this human he slept with, so he can go back to pretending he's human, like he has been doing for the past hundred or so years.
#i know this isnt how witcher vampires work#but its how astarion works and thats what really counts#geraskier#fanfiction prompts#geralt x jaskier#witcher fanfiction#geralt x dandelion#the witcher#geralt loves his bard!#writing prompts#requited unrequited love#friends to lovers#monster of the week#villain of the week#vampire#vampire au#Vampire Jaskier#nonhuman jaskier#inhuman jaskier#They clear it up and Geralt accepts him and they kiss#NO UNHAPPY ENDINGS#NO SAD ENDINGS#WRITE A BAD ENDING TO THIS AND ITS ON S I G H T#GERALT LOVES HIS BARD WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT THE NETFLIX ADAPTATION#even though i know him better as jaskier rather than dandelion :sobbing:#my penance...
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Eskel is like "I WILL read this book about... A wolf and all his friends? Dancing and being. happy... đĽş"
#the witcher netflix#geraskier lovechild#eskel#soft eskel#geraskier#(no jeskel I am sorry but honestly I can see it at times)#omegaverse#listen retrospectively Eskel will slap his face (repeatedly) because it is at times pretty obvious (but only if you know!!)#did Milek accidentally call Eskel 'daddy' a few times? ofc he did. (how should Eskel know that he didn't just mixed it up in excitement.)#'oh he clearly meant his omega father' WELL#Roach should have been an indicator! but it's either that that name is in one of jaskiers songs (probable) and jaskier is like#'oh yeah he likes that one bard song about the horse - I swear he loves horses'#(that isn't even a lie and it's very Jaskier to compose an ode for Roach)#or he just goes 'We heard stories about a witcher crossing our town-'#and now wolf themed kids book. it's-#oh well#a lot of things are obvious when you look back to them#and I think Eskel could have made the connection! if Jaskier still had a lute. he would have gone at least once '... geralts omega bard??'#(who Geralt didn't really talk about but who they always could still smell traces of on him - bad thing that scents change after pregnancy)#but no lute?? connection not made.#that's the one jaskier thing Eskel knows of. always has a lute.#and retrospectively he can see that Milek and Geralt really look alike - it's at this age more obvious than later - because that is the age#that Eskel remembers. In which he still has a mental picture of what Geralt looked like? but it's been SO LONG#over a century#and Eskel was a traumatized child too. Things are. Very muddy.#the only ones who have a chance to recognize Milek are Visenna and Vesemir and that's it.
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anyhow ...hi @alllthequeenshorsesâ
I am currently busy trying to figure out if for this lil spontaneous au idea I do wanna go all into the new quest but make it Kiyan and detective roadtrip or such
or if I myself wanna lean more towards Kiyans more canon place simply because thatâd leave me with a body to bring him back to instead of just murder (think of it as a combined âwho did itâ with amnesia and also a possible happy ending beyond justice via revenge killing-I have many notes discussing this with myself and I do tend toward the latter because it can still allow for a somber âget revenge and die peacefullyâ end but with trauma literally buried leading towards more mystery stuff and idk if any of the things I wrote even made sense)
here is miniscule context
#how tf do you draw ghosts? idk it might change like 20times over any art i can think of for this random idea#it already did SLIGHTLY for the next peace so ooops#i also dont know how to tag this so uh#possession au#is what i'll go with for now#hoping that if i ever do something more w/ kiyan but demon i tag THAT differently#anyhow all things start somewhere#praise be pissed roach#i did remember-later on#that geralt mentioned she doesnt like spirits when vlodimir talks about his passion for...mares and maidens#or whatever the fuck he said i dont remember its been a while#so we have 2 optiions#1: i forgot and didnt change it beyond her usual pissy self#2: kiyan does actually count as a demon in this and i answered my own/geralts question and changed the non established au(but like me side-#tracked) lore already#the witcher#kiyan#geralt#anyhow next one up in a sec bc i already did 2 bc i have no self control#thought process behind this was: if kiyan were to be possessed by a demon and THEN possessed someone....what even would you call it#possession² apparently-yes thanks i am hilarious#i just realized the way i shaded geralts pants makes it look like he has the saggiest ass ever and i can not stop looking and laughing at it#sry to all you GERALT HAS CAKE fans bc...this is not that by pure accident#art#zkretchy
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Ooh! How about held for the wip guessing game? <33
Thank you for the ask, Emma! This is from my AU where Renfri lives. It's probably not what you were going for with this word but it's what I've got đ
She feels around her surroundings, trying to get a sense of what she is dealing with. The coffin is small. The lid only moves a little when she pushes at it; it is not locked, but it is held closed by the soil atop it.
Send me a word and I'll tell you if it appears in my WIPs!
#yeah renfri doesn't have a great time upon finding that she's not dead#i needed a reason for geralt not to know she's alive#...i should probably cw tag this shouldn't i?#buried alive#cw buried alive#there we go#anyway! thank you for the ask!#i'm having a lot of fun with this fic#witcherbeech#asks#wren talks
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1x02 Diefenbakerâs Day Off // 2x08 One Good Man // 2x13 White Men Canât Jump to Conclusions // 3x01 Burning Down the House | Normalized
due South does a main character re-casting better than any other show on TV, and they do it by playing with television's own accepted meta-narrative.
Recasting a character has a long tradition in television, creating a viewership that knows and understands the storytelling short form at play. As viewers, we realize that sometimes actors aren't available to reprise a role (or simply aren't interested in it anymore); but, for the sake of the story, sometimes the show needs that character to come back. So we lean hard into suspended disbelief and just go with it. After all, the characters in the show accept the parareality of itâwhy shouldn't we?
Of course, the most famous example of a character recast would be the Dick/Darren disaster on 1960s sitcom Bewitched, when Dick York was unceremoniously replaced by Dick Sargent in the role of Darrin Stephens. ("The Dick Wars" would have gone absolutely insane).
it was... not successful
But they weren't the only ones to do it. Aunt Viv from Fresh Prince, Becky from Roseanne, Daario Naharis from Game of Thrones, Greg Serrano from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (pain, agony)ârecasting characters but maintaining the fiction is a storied tradition in TV. New actor, same character; totally normalized.
And shows continue to do it, even today, with aâuhâsimilar dedication to fucking it up doing it poorly.
why must we be punished like this
due South even engages in this trope itself in season 2, when hard-hitting investigative journalist Mackenzie King is recast and they don't even try to find an actress who looks similar. In 1x02 Diefenbaker's Day Off, she's played by brunette Madolyn Smith-Osborne; in 2x08 One Good Man, she's been replaced by blonde Maria Bello, and nobody talks about it.
yeah i'm absolutely the same person, obviously
Everyone diegetically (within the world of the show) is just like, oh yeah, that's hard-hitting investigative journalist Mackenzie King. Totally. Only non-diegetically (outside of the world of the show) does the viewer go "No, that's not the same person." Internally, the fiction proceeds as usual.
So what would happen if, say, Samantha Stephens turned to Dick Sargent and said "You're not Darrin," when everyone else in the show continued to treat him as though he was? Or if Jaskier told Geralt that he knows he's not actually Geralt, and everyone treated him like he was delusional?
Or if Fraser, even, had recognized Mackenzie King as someone entirely different, and everyone treated him like he had a hole in his bag of marbles because of it? Of course that's Mackenzie King; even her boss knows it. No, she's never been a brunette. What are you talking about?
And that's exactly what happens in Burning Down the House.
the rays vecchio
Diagetically, everyone else treats Callum Keith Rennie's character as though he is Ray Vecchio. "Oh, good, you found him," says Det. Huey. Elaine, Franchesca, literally everyone else both at the station and outside of it treat Callum Keith Rennie Ray Vecchio as though he is David Marciano Ray Vecchio. They're acting exactly as any other TV character would in the face of a recasting: as though absolutely nothing had happened.
Except for Fraser.
Fraser's specific brand of parareal Canadian plot magic means that he's immune to the recasting blindness; he's acting as an agent of the viewer, voicing our non-diegetic concerns. Fraser is (as he so often is) a character with one foot outside of the narrative. He's just always been like this and he doesn't know why.
oh this man is infuriating and hot, fuck. shit.
And for a character who already thinks he is likely insane (he sees the ghost of his dead father! He communicates with his deaf half-wolf! He is instantly committed to a mental institution upon voicing the actual true story of his life!), this is very extremely distressing. Fraser thinks he's actually lost it this time, because everyone else in due South is acting like a TV character, and Benton Fraser is acting like a viewer.
This is so brilliant on so many levels. They just fully lampshade the damn thing. It allows our protagonist to speak for disgruntled or confused viewers. It engages at a postmodern level with television as a medium with a storied history (and due South is incredibly postmodern; nearly every episode is or contains a reference to another piece of media). It's written from the perspective of someone who loves and is knowledgeable about TV tropes.
And it gives us an entirely new Ray while still maintaining respect and loyalty to the original, something no other straight (lol) recast could ever do.
Genuinely one of the most clever, witty, well-crafted hours of television ever made. I could write essays about so many different parts of it. And I guess I will!!!!!!
Itâs Burning Down the House week in our dS Stacked Rewatch!
#due south#benton fraser#ray kowalski#ray vecchio#Mackenzie king#my gif edit#sammaggs gif edit#maggs due south meta#3x01 burning down the house
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Steve H.
Part One, Part Two
I think it would be incredibly funny to write a No-Upsidedown Au where Steve and Dustin still become unofficial brothers. Like, the kids are still getting into a ton of dangerous mischief and one way or another Dustin adopts Steve as his older brother figure and in short order Claudia takes him in as a second son.
Like maybe Steve gets his first concussion actually helping Dustin find his missing cat after Steve has been in his mentorship/brother role for a few months. How I don't know, I like to imagine it playing out like the book version of Dandelion and Geralt's meeting in The Witcher where Dustin is being chased by some bullies and just latches on to the first strong man he sees to hide behind and then BAM, bonded for life.
Anyway, Steve has been around for a little while and Claudia has met him a few times (she's not just going to let a strange older boy she's never met hang around her middle school-aged son without meeting him first) but they don't know each other too well and Steve seems very...plastic for lack of a better word when she's around. Like he doesn't want to upset her so he's always got a perfect smile and polite words ready to offer her, but he's a nice kid and way more goofy and authentic when he's hanging out with Dustin and she peeks her head into the living room.
So when he gets hurt while helping, and subsequently protecting Dustin and a couple of his friends she makes sure to stop by with cookies and a profound thank you. She asks where his parents are and who's going to make sure he wakes up every hour for the next 24 hours when he gets discharged and he says he was planning to call a cab and set some alarms because his parents aren't in town and there's no one else at the house. So Claudia pretty much just tells him he's coming home with them for the rest of the week, which turns into a full week when his parents still aren't home, and by the time he's actually ready to leave they've all grown accustomed to this new family unit.
Steve does go home at first, but he makes a lot more excuses to come over and Claudia and Dustin work overtime coming up with lame excuses as to why he should just spend the night.
"Oh Steve, it's already midnight and you're taking Dusty to school tomorrow morning anyway, why don't you just take the spare bed."
"Steve! Steve! We have to watch the next one! You said we could watch the whole series so we're not stopping until we pass out on this couch!"
"Oh, honey the snow is really coming down out there. I know you have snow tires but you really shouldn't risk it. You stay here tonight."
And Steve doesn't want to leave, not at all. He's never felt more at home than he does sitting with the Hendersons after dinner watching sitcoms or playing board games, but sometimes he doesn't have a good excuse or his parents are planning to come home for a couple of weeks so he leaves and hates every moment spent in his own house.
Until one day when he's staying the night at his parent's house while they're home for a long weekend and they have an absolute blowout of a fight. He doesn't even know why it started, just knows that everyone was already in a foul mood and none of them are the type to back down from a fight and the result is hours of screaming hurtful things at each other and his mom throwing a few slaps his way that hurt his soul more than his face and ends with his dad going upstairs and smashing his walkman and his favorite cassettes with the kitchen kettle. At which point silence descends on the Harrington house and Steve turns around and walks out the door.
It's a 20 minute walk to the Henderson home and by the time he gets there, he's numb in the heart and the hands. Dustin is already in bed and Claudia pulls him inside to warm him up and talk it out, at which point Steve curls up into her arms and cries and rages.
After that night Steve doesn't go home aside from the single trip he made to fill a bag, grab his car, and tell his parents he won't be coming back. They put up a bit of a fight but ultimately let him go with the promise that no legal action will be taken, meaning that they'll sign whatever documents he needs for school or the doctor or whatever if he faxes them to the office but he won't try for emancipation and bring all that legal drama to the forefront. Steve knows that any lawyer he could get for the case would be trounced by whoever his parents brought in, so he agrees.
And from that day on he lives with the Hendersons and becomes Claudia's second son and continues being Dustin's older brother.
(We didn't actually get to the funny part but I was on a role so if you're interested I'll be posting part two soon!)
#stranger things#dreamer speaks#steve harrington#dustin henderson#claudia henderson#cw domestic violence#pre steddie#pre Wayne x Claudia#maybe you see where this is going
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I feel like people don't appreciate enough that Dandelion is a fast slippery little fucker. Granted we don't see this much since the books are heavily Geralt POV, but it's mentioned that a lot of his dalliances involve him scaling up houses, jumping out of windows, sliding down drainpipes, running along rooftops etc and that is hard as fuck to do
He's basically committing AssCreed level parkour and is able to outrun almost anyone who comes after him. When he's not travelling with Geralt, he has to be able to get out of trouble by himself somehow and since he's not a fighter that means being good at running, hiding and talking
Not only this but in Last Wish, as someone pointed out on my posts once, it's shown that when riding his horse, he can effortlessly lift one leg to hook over the pommel of his saddle while playing his lute at the same time the horse is moving. That's a lot of skill and balance and knowing your own horse's temperment and what they're willing to put up with. He's not just a casual rider he's an experienced rider pulling off shit that you'd only see from pros
Idk man it's just a little irritating how often he's reduced to "horny silly bard" when he has these skills under his belt too and is obviously capable of keeping up with hunting parties and actual warriors without much issue ya know?
#the witcher books#dandelion#meta post#if you think he has 'average athleticism' I'm sorry but you're wrong#because the average everyday person would not be able to do all that shit#he might be anywhere near on par with what a witcher can do but he does far exceed a lot of normal folks
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Prompt 126
In place of August Fourteenth, Promptapalooza 7/ Geralt knows he has a soulmate when he first hears a small voice ask him what his name is. He doesn't respond. He's not humoring destiny (that bitch) or fate (that cunt). He's not going to respond.
It's been a few years and occasionally the voice still speaks to him.
"Are you real?" "Do you hate maths too?" "I fell earlier and really hurt my knee. Today's been bad. what about your day?" "I had a nightmare last night, but thinking of you helped." "When we're grown ups one day and we get married, we'll have flowers at the wedding, right?" "Do you like music?"
And Geralt never answers. He won't link this innocent child to his wretched, wretched life. He won't link them to a murderer.
Another few years go by, and unfortunately the voice won't shut up.
"Still not talkin', huh? That's fine! I can fill the silence easy enough! Let me tell you alllll about my day!"
He's temped to use their connection to tell his soulmate to stop talking, but he doesn't want to expose himself.
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And he doesn't want to hurt them.
But them telling him a long rambling story about their walk in the woods that day and how a squirrel scared them right in the middle of Geralt fighting a leshy wasn't exactly helpful.
A few more years pass, and the voice still speaks to him. It's gotten deeper, so Geralt suspects it's a boy. Almost a man, but not quite.
"Father yelled at me again. If you care. I hope whoever you are, you have a better home." "Are you dead? They didn't give me a dead soulmate, right?" "Why won't you talk to me?" "i don't think anybody likes me. Not even you. You never speak to me. I wish you did." "I'm thinking of leaving. If there was any time to speak up and tell me who you are or where you reside, it'd be now." "Please talk to me." "I dreamt of you again last night. I keep doing it, recently. Sometimes you're a woman. Sometimes you're a man. Sometimes I can't really tell. Sometimes you're sweet and shy, sometimes you're flirty and crass. Sometimes you have brown eyes. Sometimes they're green. Sometimes they're blue. I wish I knew."
They're yellow. Hideous and grotesque. Inhuman. The boy shouldn't wish to know them.
"I left. I finally did it. I left just last night. I swear, wherever you are, I'll find you."
Another few years pass, and the voice is still there, but it's much rarer to hear. Geralt feels relief knowing he's finally giving up on Geralt and will find himself a better life.
"I haven't been doing a good job of finding you. But you haven't really given me any hints. Do you not want me to find you? Do you really want me to stay away?"
And Geralt finally responds to the man, for the first time ever.
"Yes."
"IT'S YOU! You responded! You're real! You're actually real! I do have a soulmate! I knew it! I knew I wasn't unlovable! Where are you? I'll-"
And Geralt hears the exact moment his rambling thoughts come to an abrupt crashing halt, as he processes what Geralt agreed to.
"Oh."
And that's the last message he gets from his soulmate's voice. It's what Geralt wanted all along. But after a solid year of hearing nothing from him, Geralt will admit he misses him. He misses the chatter.
It's the beginning of the very next year that he meets the bard Jaskier, who stubbornly fights tooth and nail to incorporate himself into Geralt's life.
He fills the silence left by Geralt's soulmate. It's nice to have prattle back. He doesn't tell Jaskier that, of course. Jaskier is young and foolhardy and jumps from bed to bed, but soon enough, he'll want to settle down with his own soulmate and he'll leave Geralt. Geralt isn't looking forward to the silence returning, but he likes Jaskier. He'd go through any silence for him.
It's Jaskier's fifth year traveling with Geralt. They sit across from each other around a campfire as Geralt roasts some pheasants and and Jaskier stares despondently at the notebook he's not writing in.
And then Geralt hears him. His soulmate's voice in his thoughts again.
"I've fallen in love."
And Geralt is happy for his soulmate. Because - Geralt glances at Jaskier for a moment and smiles to himself - He has too.
"I don't know if you hate me. Or if you're dead. Or if you've found someone else, but whatever it is, I hope you can be happy for me. I love him. I really, truly do. I love Geralt with everything in me."
And Geralt jolts and whips his head to look over at the bard.
"Jaskier?" He sends through the connection, and watches as his bard's eyes grow wide with shock.
"âŚYou love me?"
#geraskier#geralt x jaskier#the witcher#geralt x dandelion#geralt loves his bard!#witcher fanfiction#fanfiction prompts#writing prompts#requited unrequited love#friends to lovers#soulmate au#soulmates#telepathy#insecure jaskier#for good reason#geralt is traumatized and immortal and he panicked and kinda fucked up jaskiers mental state#but they fix it and make up#and jaskier ofc is also immortal somehow so they can live together forever#angst with a happy ending
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hi, first off i really love your art. the h/c and warmth really hit me where i live and your illustration style is fantastic. lately i've been obsessed with the post where an unwell milek thinks geralt will leave him behind. was that an ingrained insecurity, assuming his super-witcher dad wouldn't have time for a sickly human kid?
[MASTERPOST] - Ahh, thank you for the ask! Yes, this scene.. I actually saw this a bit differently! It's not about Milek fearing Geralt will leave him behind, he actually wants him to. They need to find his Pa!! I think he often feels like a burden; Jaskier knows this, but Geralt isn't aware of this yet. Milek just wants to pull his weight, especially with Jaskier. A little sneak peak to their struggles regarding this:
Meanwhile Jaskier continues to struggle with his omega status.
#jaskier#the witcher#geraskier lovechild#julian alfred pankratz#omegaverse#there are various things happening here! a. Milek never really had to fear that Jaskier would leave him he knows he never ever would#b. Jaskier said again and again that he'll always care for him and loves him and that he doesn't have to pull any weight at all#c. Jaskier actually became the parent that just wants his kid to be educated and study and learn#(maybe because he knows Milek won't be able to do hard labour but also because he knows what Milek really wants to do)#(filed under: things I haven't drawn yet but they had their big fallout because of oxenfurt and university - things to come in the future)#d. Milek has watched Jaskier working his ass off in various jobs that he didn't like#(and he thinks that prostitution is the worst but only because they didn't properly talk about it before)#e. Jaskier is struggling with how he is percieved - which I think was never that much on his mind when he was travelling with Geralt#being a carefree bard and giving everyone the middlefinger who had some wrong ideas about what he could do and what not#but this is definitely an AU in which he doesn't have a good relationship with his father and he can still hear him say he'll become#'an unbonded omega with a bastard child working on the streets' and I think sometimes it gets to him#(because Jaskier is king of hating his parents ever being right about him)#that Jaskier kind of wants to spare Milek and quietly hopes we won't become an omega - even if he feels bad about it - shall become plot#(one dayyyy)#anyway that was a very long rant about Mileks complex relationship with him feeling like a burden
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One thing about Halsin
I am currently thinking way too much about Halsin, because... Again, I love this dude. He just is one of the most wholesome of your companions and... I did not know I needed a hunky, hairy elf, but apparently I needed a hunky, hairy elf.
But writing a bit more about him, I also have to say, that I also love him for the whumpy and angsty stories you can write for him. Given all we know, there is quite a lot of whumpy material in his past. Be it with him and the drows, or be it just the fact that he has already lost so much in his life.
(Also, yes, I am still going with: He is a werebear. Might write something about that later.)
Something I cannot help but think about, though, is... Well, look, I am not better than y'all. I am sexualizing the hell out of this man. Because... I mean... Just look at him! I am a simple man, and I just really would like to climb this mountain, you know?
But I cannot help but also think about how - if the character was real - he would feel about it. Because I can see that within the universe... Well, he is exotic. There are not a lot of hunky, hairy elves around. And while within elven society he would probably be seen as ugly (because usually elven societies do like androgynous looks - and DnD is not really different in that regard), he would also probably be seen as exotic enough that quite a few people would go: "But it's a kink!"
Especially given the fact that folks at the Sword Coast are generally quite liberal when it comes to sleeping around, I can kinda see a lot of folks just wanting to climb that mountain once, if you get my drift.
So I can see him both getting flirted with a lot - and sexually harassed as well. And given how he talks about his Underdark experience for the most part (as if it was not traumatizing at all), I think he would try to brush it off. But that does not mean, it is not hurting him, right?
Especially as he is yearning for a closer connection. Or has been for a long while before the curse at least. He wants a partner (or more).
And it might be I am projecting a bit much of book!Geralt onto him there, who is very much in a similar position (because he is a Witcher folks wanna bang him, but he wants a relationship and family, which nobody wants to have with a witcher).
And man, folks. Thinking about this just makes me want to hug this big bear of a man.
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tags via @essskel
WAIT ur so right!! i literally do this shit to my younger bro too! you đ¤ me đ¤ geralt of rivia: being overprotective big brothers đ
sometimes when i'm running around novigrad if i'm near the bits i'll pop into the nowhere inn and just stare at lambert doing his gay little dice shake. i've already exhausted his dialogue options and so i don't say anything to him, i just check up on him bc i have brainrot and i like to reaffirm his existence. i imagine in universe those must be the STRANGEST fucking encounters lambert has with geralt. the famed geralt of rivia just runs in, makes intense and marked eye contact with his brother, regarding him for a moment, and then turns around and sprints out the door without saying a fucking word.
#also like half the time i leave my little brother alone i find him like idk. burning down the house or smthn#so part of it is for his sake part is for my own bc u KNOW ur taking at least part of the blame if ur younger sib raises hell on your watch#oh. also what if geralt started checking in on lambert more after aiden :^( he doesn't talk to him bc a grieving lambert is a force to be#reckoned with and he explicitly asks to be left alone the one time we see him grieving but geralt still wants to make sure he's ok...#dang this gives me plot bunnies galore
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Endiness made a beautiful long post with all his quotes on that topic that I think is very informative and worth looking at, so hereâs a link to that. And with that already discussed, I thought Iâd make a thread of all his changes that we are aware of, because when you look into them, you find that none of his âbook accurateâ changes are actually book accurate.Â
His decision to make Geralt grunt and cut his lines.
HC: "All the grunts, I either added or I didn't say anything and just grunted instead. It was often up to the other actors to go, 'I think he's not gonna say anything now.'"
JB: "Henry likes to cut his lines, 'cause he's lazy. No, he literally just likes to cut them. He likes to do more up here [frames his face with his hands] and just with face and hmms and grunts. There's a lot of hmms, and so I often have to take a lot of his lines and turn it into a lot of my stuff so that the plot happens."
So, as everyone who has read the books knows that Geralt is and always has been a yapper. Gerakt often talks or thinks in monologues, and definitely not in short grunts.
Of course when the audience started making fun of Geralt for not being able to speak in full sentences Henry promptly went back on admitting the blame and instead said that the big bad writers were the ones who didn't give him lines, and now it was his lifeâs mission to fight for a book accurate Geralt who speaks.Â
Roachâs death scene
After S2 came out, Lauren received a lot of backlash for Roachâs death scene, with multiple sources citing that she wanted the moment to be more âcomedicâ before the brave Henry Cavill stepped in and refused to participate in such horrible anti source material activities.
LH: "Henry was so unhappy with the line. Finally I said, 'You know what, you come up with something. I trust you, you know this material so well, you know the book so well, you don't even have to pitch it to me.' And he came back the next day with a beautiful speech that's at the end of 'Sword of Destiny' when Geralt is facing death.â
This is the line he ended up using:
âEnjoy your last walk across the meadow and through the mist. Be not afraid of her for she is your friend."
This was Laurenâs response AND the original line.
LH: âHere's what was scripted, in homage of the fact that a previous Roach had existed, and another one will exist soon. It's hardly a joke. Henry wanted a longer, more emotional moment, which I was more than happy to give him. Don't create drama where none exists.â
So in S2 Geralt ends up quoting a part of his monologue from âSword of Destinyâ when heâs at his lowest after thinking that Yennefer had died at the battle of Sodden Hill, and he has nothing left to live for. Which to me doesn't work that well with Roach at all. That line was a response to Geralt thinking he's lost the love of his life, not his horse. In my opinion, the original line Lauren penned out is more heartfelt and actually more emotional and more book accurate as well.
The absolute removal of any Triss and Geralt âromanceâ
This one we donât have that much information on in comparison to others. But there were multiple reports that at the beginning of S2 Triss and Geralt were supposed to have some kind of a romantic scene with each other which then was cut during production, and it was largely speculated that it was due to Henry Cavill.Â
âSeveral months ago we reported on a sex scene happening between Geralt and Triss, sometime in the first half of Season 2. That didnât happen, as we all saw, but hereâs what we know about the original plan for that: Geralt and Triss are in a room together, they seem friendly at first. They are playing some kind of weird game. Whoever wins a round, gets to ask a question. Weâre not privy to the exact flow of the conversation, but it eventually leads to both of them ending up in bed. We can only guess why this was cut, but perhaps it was thanks to Henry Cavill.â
Now, irrelevantly on your feelings on book Triss and Geralt you have to admit that that short-lived âromanceâ is indeed a part of the books and therefor book accurate. So the removal of it would go against Mr Iâm fighting to make this show as much book accurate as possible.Â
The removal of the Yen and Geralt sex scene in S2
"We just wanted to be very careful that it was true and real, and it didn't turn into something that we, as actors, didn't believe it should be," Cavill stated. When Yennefer and Geralt unite, they embrace, but it doesn't go further than that. He continued: "We wanted it to be emotional rather than sexual. It was really, really important, and we had to lean away from what was originally on the page." Initially, Geralt and Yennefer were written to have a more passionate night. Henry Cavill and Anya Chalotra went to "The Witcher" producers and explained why they thought a steamy evening was not the way to go. "These are people who believe one thing about the fate of another and then find out something else is true," Cavill said about Geralt believing Yennefer was dead. "That's not how they behave," the actor added. "How they behave is they just want to be with the person and emotionally recognize their existence again in that shared space.â
This one is a bit tricky because I am willing to get behind an actor who doesn't want to do a sex scene out of comfort reasons or whatnot, but Henry saying that "That's not how [Yennefer and Geralt] behaveâ, is quite absurd in my opinion. Because that is very much how Geralt and Yennefer behave, especially in the short stories and ToC. They are inherently a very sexual couple who come crashing in and out of each otherâs lives while having very passionate sex. But I can understand wanting this scene to be more âemotionalâ (as if sex isn't emotional), so this one I am willing to give him a bit more leeway on. (But then again looking at the blinds saying that he refused any sex scenes because oh his âidealsâ and was allegedly really nasty to Anya about it, well..)
Geralt being the perfect father figure to Ciri with no flaws and no struggles (which inevitably snowballed into the Yen Betrayal Arc)
This one I donât see talked that much at all, and to me this one is his most detrimental one.Â
@LHissrich: âIn interviews, Henry explains how he felt strongly that Geralt NOT be bumbling, nor a struggling father figure. In fact, a lot of S2 is about how Geralt does come from a loving (albeit unconventional) family. Henry was passionate about this shift, and we discussed it a lot, and ultimately thought it was wonderful for his character development. But it also had the domino effect of changing what Ciri needed from Yen when she entered the picture. Thus, introducing the idea of balance.â
So I donât know about you, but I love when characters have flaws and naturally progress be it for good or bad, some would say that that's what story telling is about, well that someone wouldn't be Henry Cavil. Geralt being a struggling father figure at first, someone who makes mistakes and learns from them and tries is very much a prominent theme in Blood of Elves and is actually very real, people make mistakes! Especially in huge shifts such as âbecoming a father overnightâ but we didn't get that because Henry refused to play it that way. What we got is Geralt who already basically knows exactly how to parent, he always knows what to say, what pep talk to give and also doesn't hold any resentment and any negative feelings towards Vesemir at all. It's all one dimensional happy family here! Which goes against not only the books but what he preached about fighting tooth and nail to make the âforgottenâ male characters three-dimensional as well because the horrible feminist Lauren only thinks about female characters.Â
Lauren then goes on saying that âit also had the domino effect of changing what Ciri needed from Yen when she entered the picture. Thus, introducing the idea of balanceâ So, it is fair to speculate that Henryâs refusal to showcase Geralt having any flaws at all and act book accurate snowballed into The Controversial Yennefer Betrayal Arc.Â
These are the ones that I can remember off the top off my head, so there might be more, thereâs probably more that we arenât even aware of. I think putting them all together showcase a very interesting picture. One of Henry Cavill never actually understanding who Geralt fundamentally is as a character, and of him not being a team player at all. I just hope that more and more people are aware of the insane PR his team did for him when it came to this show, and that more people are able to see through it.Â
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Witchers talk to one another. About hunts, politics, whatever. Itâs just good to talk to someone with the same fucked up past as you.
The news that spreads fast in the witcher community is information about potential allies.
Thus, Jaskier is well known in the witcher community. He often hosts more than one witcher over the winter.
Geralt did not know this until he missed the window to return to Kaer Morhen one year.
It was rare for Geralt to feel embarrassed. Yet here he was, standing in front of Jaskier's door in Oxenfurt, a wave of discomfort washing over him as he knocked.
There was some movement behind the door, and soon it swung open. "Geralt! You're here!" Jaskier greeted him with a bright smile.
"Yeah, I missed my chance to get back to Kaer Morhen this winter," Geralt mumbled, his words coming out in a rush. "You once said I could stay with you if I ever needed a place during the winter."
"Of course you can," Jaskier beamed, grabbing Geralt's arm and pulling him inside. "We were just about to have dinner. Iâll get you a plate."
"We?" Geralt asked, curiosity stirring. He assumed Jaskier's guest was likely another bard.
But to his surprise, the other guest was another witcher.
"Do you know Aiden?" Jaskier asked, looking to Geralt.
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Clark kent (Cavill) and his boyfriend/husband- dealers choice. Sitting down to watch the witcher and as soon as Geralt starts talking we pause and look at clark.
âBabe? Go âhmmmâ for meâ
"Hmmmm." M/n blinked at his boyfriend. "So...um..." He put his hands together and took a breath before pointing at Clark. "Do you have a secret acting career I don't know about or do you have a secret twin brother?"
Clark looked even more confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Do you...do you seriously not see it?" M/n almost made a noise when he saw how confused Clark still was. "I'm just...you look EXACTLY like Henry Cavill. Are you sure that's not you!?" "Honey. I promise. I'm not a secret actor. Okay?" He pulled M/n into him. "Okay." For a while, they sat there in an embrace. Suddenly M/n pulled out his phone. "I'm ordering a Geralt costume. I NEED to see you in this. I swear I'm not going crazy."
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Mission: Impossible - Talk to the Girl
Pairing:Â Captain Syverson X OFC
Word Count:Â 2870
Warnings:Â Fluff, Flirting, Implied PTSD, Implied Smut
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Sy tried his best to look like he was having fun but it was a little hard to do when the loud thrum of the music was grating on his nerves. The upbeat pop song sounded nothing like gunfire or explosions so why did it put his entire body on high alert?
He glanced around the room for the millionth time, taking note of every exit and where each guest was seated now that the meal was over and people had switched chairs to mingle with other tables. If this was what retirement brought, then maybe he would have been better off going back.
During his surveillance of the room, his eyes lingered on the pretty bartender whoâd appeared in the corner when they had opened up the bar. Sheâd caught his attention immediately, looking pretty in her simple black dress and serving everyone with a smile that made his heart ache a little whenever it wasnât directed at himâwhich was every time since he hadnât had the guts to go get himself a drink even once that evening.
His last beer had been empty for over an hour now but none of the guys at the table had gotten up so he hadnât been able to bother them for a refill.
Not realizing heâd been openly starring for longer than socially acceptable, Sy didnât hear his name being called until it was followed by a hit to the shoulder.
âJust go talk to her, man.â
âWho?â Sy asked, feigning innocence.
TJ, the groom and one of Syâs best friends, shot him a look that told him heâd been busted and wasnât fooling anyone.
âGo talk to her. Maybe the promise of a good lay will wipe that frown off your ugly mug and youâll stop scaring off my wedding guests.â
The problem was, Sy had this feeling like that girl wasnât meant to be just a one night thing, and he had no idea how to go about finding out if that was true. It wasnât like heâd never gone home with a stranger in a bar. He was just used to the girls being the ones to show interest first.
âOkay, clearly Iâm gonna have to spell this out for ya.â TJ cleared his throat, putting on a serious air and leaning in closer to Sy. All the boys around the table had cut off their conversation, focusing on their exchange.
âYour mission: libation retrieval. You will need to make your way fifty feet south of your current position at which point you will make contact with the person of interest. Now, this is where it gets tricky. You will need to be very mindful of what you say or this op could blow up in your face. The code word is âhiâ.â
Sy couldnât help but smile and flip his middle finger at the other man.
âYouâre a dick, you know that?â
âAnd youâre being a pussy. Guess thatâs why we make the perfect pair.â
He was right, Sy did need to put on his big boy pants, go order his own damn drink and talk to the beautiful woman.
Standing, Sy nervously straightened his tie and readjusted his suit jacket. He felt the entire tableâs eyes on him as he crossed the room, moving around the outside of the open space that served as a dance floor. Sy considered a variety of opening lines but when he finally reached the counter, the cute bartender spoke first.
âWhat can I getcha? Shots, a beer, something sweet?â
Sy rarely drank anything other than beer but he wanted to keep her talking and a one word answer wouldnât accomplish that.
âWhat do ya qualify as something sweet?â
The woman finally flashed that gorgeous smile at him, pushing a little pamphlet across the counter. âI can make all the classics or I have a few signature cocktails.â
Glancing through the menu, Sy hummed as if in deep contemplation. âI think Iâll stick to a beer but I wouldnât say no to some other kind of sugar.â
The woman narrowed her eyes at him, attempting to conceal the smirk pulling at her lips.
âIsnât the rule at these things that best man is supposed to go home with the maid of honor?â
âThe maid of honor is happily married to one of the other groomsmen. And sheâs also my sister.â
âAh. Let me guess, your younger sister and her friends always lurked around you and your friends growinâ up until one day yâall came home from college and suddenly they were the ones who had your friendsâ attention?â
Shooting an amused look at his brother-in-law over his shoulder, Sy realized he had six pairs of eyes watching him like he was some show animal.
âYeah,â he admitted, turning his focus back to where it belonged, âthatâs pretty much what happened with my sister but the groom only joined the group after our first deployment. He stayed, I went back. Itâs probably also the reason why I am the only member of the wedding party who isnât married.â
Subtle Sy. She opened her mouth to respond but a high-pitched voice cut off any words before they were formed.
âUncle Sy, Uncle Sy!â
Sy spun, catching his god-daughter as she jumped into his arms and making a show of almost falling over. âWoah, princess! Youâre growinâ so big, I donât know how much longer Iâll be able to keep catchinâ ya.â
The little girl giggled, tugging playfully on Syâs beard like she always did.
âMama said I can have a juice or a fizzy drink!â
Sy looked at his sister who nodded in confirmation. He wouldnât have put it past the sneaky five-year-old to tell a little white lie to manipulate her uncle.
âWell, which didja pick, juice or fizzy drink?â
âI want something pretty like Mamaw.â
He knew the ones. His mother was a big fan of those internet bartending videos and ordered drinks purely based on aesthetics. The problem was that most of those drinks got their color from the various alcohols mixed in.
âYou know,â the woman chimed in with a warm smile towards his niece, âI have a menu here with lots of pretty drinks.â She pulled a second pamphlet from behind the counter, holding it out and leaning in conspiratorially as she stage-whispered, âI keep it hidden because itâs not for grown-ups.â
Sy locked eyes with the little girl in his arms and she grinned like the cat that got the canary, nodding furiously. Accepting the menu, Sy held it up for his niece to see.
âWhat do ya think, princess? The red one is real pretty.â
The red one was a Shirley Temple and seemed to be the one which was the least likely to give his god-daughter a sugar rush before bedtime, but she shook her head, instead pointing at the one below it. âI want this one!â
âOoh, thatâs one of my favorites too!â the woman declared.
So much for no sugar rush. There was a one hundred percent certainty that his sister would give him shit for his choice but he was not about to be the reason her daughter had a tantrum at her best friendâs wedding.
âThe lady has spoken. Weâll have a Unicorn Waterfall, please.â
She got to work, rimming a glass with something purple then adding some bubblegum pink syrup and ice. On top of that, she placed a large chunk of blue and pink cotton candy and on the side, she filled a separate carafe with lemon-lime soda.
âAlright, sweetie, all thatâs left is to pour the soda over the cotton candy. Do you think your Uncle Sy would help you do it?â
He didnât miss the fact that she paid enough attention to remember his name.
âOh! Please, please, please, Uncle Sy!â
âSure, that sounds easy enough.â
Both glasses were pushed closer to him and Sy picked up the little carafe. His niece placed her tiny hand over his, eyes wide as he tipped the carafe and the clear liquid melted the cotton candy. The resulting drink was pink on the bottom and slowly transitioned to a deep purple without a trace of candy in sight.
His niece squealed and clapped, squirming so much Sy was afraid he might drop her for a moment.Â
âOkay, Hailey Mae, what do you say to MissâŚâ Sy paused, raising an eyebrow towards the woman of his dreams.
âGrace.â
âWhat do you say to Miss Grace?â
âThank you, Miss Grace.â
âYouâre very welcome, sweetie.â
With a grateful smile, Sy pushed the carafe back towards Grace and put his niece down on the floor. When he straightened, his beer was ready and waiting by his nieceâs glass.
âI want to carry it, Uncle Sy.â
âAlright but two hands, okay?â
Hailey Mae tipped her chin, a look of stern concentration taking over her face as she carefully took the glass from Sy. It seemed Grace had thought ahead, making the drink in a plastic cup. The worst that could happen was a spill or a stain on the dress she would have outgrown by next month anyway. As much as Sy wanted to hang back and talk to the cute little lady who had just stolen his heart, he had to follow his niece to make sure no one accidentally bumped into her as she slowly waddled back to her mother.
To his great dismay, Sy was then immediately stolen away by his great aunt and wasnât able to go back to the bar. Every time he broke away from one group of people, he was pulled into another mindless conversation.
Before he knew it, the evening was winding down, most of the guests had returned home and the wedding party retreated to their rooms at the hotel by the reception hall. Most of them lived less than an hour away, Sy being no exception, but the groomâs parents and siblings had come from out of town so the hotel stay had been a way of giving the newly joined families a little more time together before they all went home.
âSheâs cleaning up, itâs now or never,â Syâs brother-in-law said from behind him as he watched Grace wipe a metal shaker with a microfiber towel.
âTo do what? Bring her up to my room?â
âI was going to say get her number but yours leads to sex tonight and mine means waiting until at least tomorrow.â
Sy just kept staring at her.
âYou do remember how sex works right? You take that shrimp in your pants and you slip it in a womanâsââ
âI get it,â Sy growled. He did not want to hear whatever version of the birds and the bees he was about to spew.
âGood, now go get your bartender.â
Sy took a deep breath and made his way to the bar before he lost his nerve. He arrived just in time to see Grace heave a crate of liquor into her arms and immediately stumble backwards. Luckily, the fridge kept her upright and prevented her from causing a giant mess.
âWoah, ya need help with that?â
Grace gave him a relieved smile, managing to set the box on the counter.
âHow is it that it feels heavier now than when I got here?â
âMaybe because youâve been slinginâ drinks all night and you deserve a break,â he answered, picking up the box. âWhere am I takinâ this?â
âMy van is parked out back. We need to go through the service corridor.â
She picked up a case of syrups and moved towards a door in the corner of the room. Sy followed without question appreciating the view of her ass in that dress.
They crossed another large metal door and were greeted by the cool night air.
âThis is me,â she said, setting her box down on the asphalt and digging her keys out of the bottom.
Once the van was opened, Sy set his case in the trunk then picked up the one she had carried and slid it in beside the first.
âYou got anything else to bring out?â
âNo, thatâs all of it. The venue provided most of the equipment, this was all that was left of my stuff.â
This was it. Sy could either man up or never see this woman again.
âYou know, itâs pretty late. Might not be such a good idea to drive anywhere tonight.â
âIs that so?â she asked, cocking her hip as Sy took a step forward.
âYou could always come up to my suite. I could make ya a coffee or you could get a bit of rest before drivinâ back.â
âYour suite, huh? Are ya tryinâ to use your wealth to get laid?â
âNo, Iâm tryinĘź to use my friendâs wealth to get laid. But Iâll settle for usinâ my natural charm to get your number.â
An amused expression lit up her face at his honesty. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, smiling at the ground for a second before looking up at him from below her lashes.
âYouâre right,â she said with an exaggerated fake yawn, âIâm really tired after workinâ all eveninâ. It would be irresponsible of me to drive back tonight. I wouldnât want to fall asleep behind the wheel and cause an accident.â
âNo, maâam it would not. And Iâm all about beinâ responsible.â
The incessant ringing of the phone pulled Sy out of a deep sleep. It eventually stopped but the reprieve lasted for all of ten seconds. When it started for the third time, Sy muttered a curse under his breath and rolled over to the other side of the bed to pick up the receiver.
âWhat?â he barked.
âDamn.â It was his friend Mackâs lazy drawl coming from the other end of the line. âI was sure that you beinâ late to breakfast meant youâd gotten some last night but that tone tells me different.â
âWell fuck you too. Iâll be right there.â
He slammed the phone down and stretched out with a groan. Only then did he realize that heâd just rolled from one side of the king bed to the other completely unobstructed.
Sy sat up, taking stock of his surroundings. His suit was hung neatly in the closet when he was sure heâd thrown it haphazardly over the chair. Or near the chair. He was butt naked, which, had he been home, would not have been strange, but he didnât make a habit of free-balling it on strange sheets.
On the up side, the evidence suggested he hadnât hallucinated his night with the sexy bartender. On the down side, Grace had snuck out without so much as a goodbye.
There was no time to sulk, however, because he was expected downstairs with all of his nearest and dearest. When he stepped into the restaurant, he had approximately a five second warning before his favorite princess was in his arms.
âUncle Sy, youâre late!â
âIâm sorry, kiddo,â he carried her to the only two empty chairs, settling her on her booster seat. âI forgot to plug my phone before goinâ to sleep so I didnât have any alarm to wake me up.â
âForgot or passed out with it in your hand and a fresh load coolinâ on your chest?â
His sister kicked Mack under the table but his niece didnât hear a word. Sheâd already picked up a purple crayon and set about drawing a unicorn on the paper place setting.
âItâs okay, Uncle Sy, I forgive you.â
âWell thank you, little lady, thatâs mighty gracious of ya.â
For the next two hours, Sy did his best to put Grace out of his head and focus on the people around him. He still made a mental map of the room, the exits and the position of all the guests around the table but, without the loud music, he wasnât nearly as on edge as he had been the night before. That wasnât to say that he didnât haul ass back to the relative peace of his room once the meal was over.
After being constantly on guard for sixteen straight hours the day before and only getting a few hours of sleep, he was ready to get back home to Aika and give his mind a rest in familiar surroundings.
Once he finished packing up his things, Sy moved to the nightstand to retrieve his cellphone. He hadnât been lying about forgetting to plug it in the night before. When the device turned on again, there were a dozen missed calls and texts from his friends trying to reach him before breakfast.
Dismissing all the notifications, Sy slipped the phone in his pocket and reached down behind the nightstand. Heâd been trying to retrieve his charger, only his hand brushed something else instead.
As it turned out, the something in question was one of those notepads that hotels left by the phone. And that notepad had the sweetest words Sy had ever read.
Had to get the van back for an early job. I hope that wonât keep you from calling. Grace xxx
And there below her name, were the ten most perfect digits in the world.
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Okay so
In the last ep of S2, we see Jaskier asleep in a room at Kaer Morhen. There are three interesting details about this scene.
The room actually looks somewhat lived-in compared to the empty, spiderweb-ridden rooms Ciri explores in an earlier episode. Jaskier hasn't been at Kaer Morhen long enough to have a lived-in guest room.
When Yennefer gets him out of bed, we see him grab his coat, which is lying next to a mostly-empty bottle of booze. He also asks Yen if she's making a hangover cure, because he feels like shit. He wasn't drunk when Geralt asked him to take Ciri home, so we know that his first night at Kaer Morhen, he got white girl wasted.
He's mostly dressed in bed. Like, he's still got his boots on, even. The only thing he seems to have taken off is his coat. But he's not shivering or curled up like he's very cold. He seems quite comfy.
This makes me think five things.
Jask met Geralt's family for the first time and promptly got blitzed with them. That's why he's the only one in the keep with a hangover - they can't get drunk on his booze.
What do Jaskier and the Witchers have in common to talk about? Well, Geralt, of course. Not only do Vesemir and the boys get a detailed rundown of every amusing anecdote Jask has from his 20+ years travelling with Geralt (along with a heaped helping of Poetic Drunken Yearning - gods, where did Geralt get this walking bag of feelings?), but Jask also gets treated to Every Embarrassing Thing Baby!Geralt Ever Did.
The room looks lived-in because it's Geralt's. Everyone was too busy drinking and spilling tea to think about making up a guest room for the bard. So when Jaskier finally passes the fuck out, and Vesemir tells Lambert to find him a bed to sleep it off in, Lambert goes "Eh, close enough" and sticks him in Geralt's. Geralt's twink. Geralt's problem.
This is also why Jaskier is still almost totally dressed, boots and all. Lambert is so not going there: he's a Witcher, not a nanny or a nurse. He drops Jask on the bed, flings a blanket over him and calls it a day.
At some point post-S2, Geralt is going to wake up in a cold sweat at like 3am and realise that leaving his bard unattended with his family was a Terrible Idea and they definitely swapped stories and he's not going to hear the end of it from anyone for a really long time
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