#blood origins

[witcher-inspiration]

“The first Witcher was an elf” this and “This is really gonna piss Geralt off” that

The first Witcher was in love. With a bard.

[proheromidoriyashouto]

the first witcher was not sterile and in fact had a child, passed down those first trial-and-error mutagens to his child and descendants, right, it is implied-- meaning that forcing sterility on future witchers was a deliberate act the mages took to rob them of that choice and that love and the potential to grow outside of the mages' control and i'm losing it, scoob

[madcat-world]

the Witcher: Blood Origins (1 of 5) - Harry Conway

[tepidti]

get his ass ‼️

[bamf-jaskier]

FRANCESCA MILLS AS MELDOF

The Witcher: Blood Origins Of Dreams, Defiance, and Desperate Deeds: Ep 2

[dandelion-and-the-wolf]

Netflix writers making Jaskier a minuscule percent elf, probably to cover the fact he called himself “other”: that’ll stop them trying to insist the bard is queer constantly!

Joey Batey, out here doing the Lord’s work as usual: Oh, two Jaskier’s in a room would absolutely bend each other over the bar and fuck themselves silly.

[islenthatur]

Two Larks and their beau’s

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

As @legolas-is-a-himbo put it, stop hurting the bard goddamn lmao

Jaskier in the new Blood Origins Trailer

[viking-raider]

Can I just

As much as I want to boast, and say that in a battle, I'd be all Geralt-y or Yennefer-like. Badass, composed, elegant and taking fucking names. Throwing out Signs and wrecking people with my magic.

But, in reality, I'd more than likely be Jaskier.

Especially in the opening scene of Blood Origin. Just flailing around, stressed out and scared shitless. While screaming and having a one-word vocabulary of some variation of "FUCK". Disparately looking for Geralt or Yen, so I could hide behind them, until it was all over. Then, needing stiff drink and a cuddle sandwich with them, for emotional support.

[runawaymarbles]

We should worry less about whether a show is “good” and more about whether it contains a blood-splattered sapphic dwarf hellbent on revenge

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

I just watched Blood Origins and I have 2 things

1. I have theories about Jaskier and I need them confirmed now.

2. Geraskier better fucking be canon. You CAN NOT give me THAT and then NOT let me see Geralt and Jaskier kiss.

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Okay, so the The Witcher: Blood Origin gave us some interesting things.

1. The first witcher loved his bard

THE FIRST WITCHER LOVED HIS BARD

Losing my goddamn mind on the Geraskier parallels

Honestly, I can't. Like, Netflix, you give us this and expect us to be normal about it.

2. "One of her blood will sing the last"

And boom, Jaskier is told to sing the Song of The Seven.

Like, the implication is just

And the fact Jaskier never really ages

Yeah, I know Jaskier's agelessness was a mistake on Netflix's part and I also know after that line they then showed Ciri but unless Ciri is also going to take after surrogate dad/uncle Jaskier and sing...

[a-hearts-a-heavy-burden]

NO BUT WHAT. THE FUCK THIS WAS SUCH A QUIET ASSASSINATION AND NOW I AM DECEASED.

[my-jokes-are-my-armour]

Beefier and more poignant!

I am definitely not ready !

Source: entertainment weekly

[bamf-jaskier]

Eile is literally fanon Jaskier

y'all Y'ALL I have to put you on this newest bard. I shit you not she is fanon Jaskier and I am in LOVE WITH HER

her warrior name is Lark. That's right LARK.

She wields twin daggers and knows how to fight as well as she can play music

Eile also left the palace to go and become a roving bard

her instrument the nyckelharpa is SO COOL btw

seriously Eile is made for Jaskier stans she is AMAZING

[islenthatur]

"GERALT!" Jaskiers voice ripped across the battlefield, high-pitched and terrified.

Geralt pushed forward, sword cutting down any soldier between him and his Bard. The Squirrels that fought with them moved out of his way after a glance, clearing a path with the Song of the Seven on their lips. He had just got Jaskier back, and he finally felt the sweet feel of life on those lips... Geralt will not let anything take it from him now.

"GERALT!!" His name was like a whip, called from many directions as the song picked up with fervour the closer he got to Jaskier. His medallion rippled violently on his armour, the sheer taste of chaos in the air near suffocating.

A glimpse of red between fighting Nilfgaards had his heart squeezing, close, so very close.

"NO!" The word was violently ripped from his throat, bringing agony and blood as he saw the sword pierce through Jaskier just as a portal ripped open and swallowed him whole. The last thing he saw of Jask, his Lark, was terrified eyes and his name spilling from those lips with blood.

Rage ingulfed him, fury he hadn't felt the likes of in a very long time. His swords swung, cutting a path towards where his Lark once stood and he let go. He let go of the humanity that Jaskier had brought back, fought tooth and nail to keep front and centre. Let Nilfgaard see the Butcher.

Time lost all meaning.

"Geralt!" His name was called, high and panicked, not the voice he wanted but one he knew.

"Yen." The word, guttural and sharp. The battle still raged around him, but none dared grow close to the Butcher and the Witch.

Purple eyes glanced around, over him, behind him. "Did you find him?"

A snarl ripped from his throat, pushing Geralt back into the depths of his mind. "Someone ran him through with a sword, a mortal wound, and a portal ripped him from me!"

Yen let out a sharp inhale, her eyes scanning the field for the bard she has come to call friend. There was nothing, no sign on him, only the thick, cloying air of chaos. A powerful amount of chaos. She turned back to Geralt to see his face twisted in a snarl, hands snapping the neck of a brave soldier, teeth gleaming like rubies.

She had never felt afraid of Geralt, not till now.

In one blink and the next, the ground vibrated heavily, the air buzzing and all around began to slow as something ripped across the field with a resounding crack. Silence on a battlefield was unusual, something to cause hundreds to still was...

"The fuck?" Lamberts voice was heard from the left, drawing her eyes to the figure he was staring at.

It was the bard, Jaskier the likes they've never seen. Tall and broad, clad in black leather, two swords on his back and a hammer in his hand. But his face, his face was marred with a vicious smile, black eyes of the void... witcher eyes...